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When I see this elsewhere, thought for a long time, inexplicable to feel a warmth and moved out.
Sometimes a word worth a thousand words, but also snowbody2 sufficient warm hearts all desolate and cold.
Always wanted to be a quiet monk,
Red Dust in the most guarded themselves, hold the initial germination and joy.
Or stuck in a fleeting shadow, the look at those vaguely dream.
Time seems a glass of still water, still remains a deep dark stream
And this mood has nothing to do with brothels, snowbody2 water Jinghong to death.
Standing time of the intersection, look back once passed through the beautiful and gentle.
Many, many things, many have the desire to spend snowbody2 branching and full vision
In the long river is still flowing in slowly, and quietly back.
Count every mood words, more or less revealing a touch of melancholy and heavy,
There is also a gratuitous melancholy and bewildered.
Hand, color time pouring from the fingers like sand, enchanting and pull off like a butterfly.
No matter how you clenched hands, no matter how you try to hold life never deserted years,
Allure of youth are like a feast, painted a debut, but also a luxury low-key ending.
Sentimental and beautiful verdant who is still the deepest bottom of my heart the most is really sweet and pain.
Often in unexpected when a friend received a phone call or SMS.
Without too many words, and without too many pleasantries and hypocrisy.
Touch of a few greetings or wishes, can make people spawn countless wonderful and moving.
Listening to the gentle end of the line or in a low voice,
Casual chat, a few words, to know each other well, to each other a knowing smile, is enough.
Have become accustomed to such a day, a person, a book, a tea
In that light, if light traces the music, the look at all the stories and circumstances, one after another finish.
I know, all the applause and cheers, is but a field of romantic nihilism.
Sunrise off the twilight months, the default number of flowers over the wind.
I only in place, waiting for the warmest moments in life,
Wait a hands gently to pull with happiness and me.
Numerous things, the end time is silent,
May be only the so-called obsession with false, but also the arrival of the so-called end.
The youth, but also how, as a grand display of fireworks, delicate and yet so easy to litter.
More beautiful delicate flowers, all but a fleeting glimpse.
Gone with the wind in the past, how one works more worthy of water?
Review thousands of times and still can not afford to have skim years,
Then a large and intricate virtual stingy ultimately attributable to the true and flat.
And you and I, had a chance for himself planted a hint, set a direction for itself,
Out-piercing thorns and defeat it, will we Pushed back to the wall.
Just waiting to bloom into a half-sigh eyeful empty, and desolate for moonlight fishing is young with memory.
Cease, Red endless.
Only one way to understand another way, only one way for an experience, so it.
As hands of quicksand, can not hold the cold charm, can not hold your fingertips Mourning into mass graves.
Like meditation, “fireworks bear cut,” like light to the extreme fall again.
This is only the words, her eyes full of people to see the desolation and loneliness.
I’m not good at expressing emotions and thoughts of a person, not a pile of text to the Full of Passage.
I’m just a sad beautiful, melody-clear water with elegance.
Mae was so much lamented light water flowers
Today, only Banzhan actually sighs and recalls accidentally mess of yesterday’s eyes.
Than the mirror, counting each one Binbian Love,
Muran surprise, time so lost in the wordless silence.
Suddenly, heart, deep-rooted, Creeping clusters.
But I finally know, understand, is still a constant presence.
You come and do not come in and not, are no longer important.
Perhaps the only word to distraction and confusion inside the largest primitive,
Perhaps its destiny cause and effect.
I let myself drift too lonely rivers, but also let myself through the blood and rust,
In the name of a silent poetry and sharp dialogue.
Dusk heavy hit, the memory was echoed mottled, subtle fragrance still in the.
Life is a one-act play, always played a very similar plot.
And I, but in someone else’s story,
To capture their feelings, other people also feel sad but also happy.
When linked to remember and share silent support,
Touched turned into a small one, into the abundance of heart and full time,
Red Dust, who is who lives in the viewer, and passing through?
When young we always like to pretend aloof, pretending to mature,
Sentimental Journey like to think of myself behind the eyes,
To discern all the enlightenment, lonely and sober Dankan desert all the Ukiyo-e.
But I can not the smiling, can not obtain a trace of by nature,
Any trivial and vulgar hybrid will be able to easily defeat me.
Restore life itself, my small and humble worth mentioning.
Only the true soul share the deepest desire and longing,
Fireflies light as the weak, guide me all the way forward.
Life is too shallow, and this deep, deep rivers and lakes.
Wading mark the first vague, some people, some things are doomed to be water buried.
Out the window, a big flower big flower time, sparkling with far.
Window, is a saw it, Standing against the Wind’s state of mind.
Open a door called the years, many Love has finally been gradually stranded.
And you will always be diagonal grid of light and shade house,
Walk the edge of the dream and reality.
If I could reverse the raving behind the quiet, beating the years Zhehen,
Rake together fragments of memory fragments, coated with a touch of warmth to the fingertips,
Then the sky in September, will surely become pure and clean.
Will make all roamed thoughts instantly flying, he served as the season went and back.
If the time locked verdant, moving drag factor on clear autumn cold,
Weak water then three thousand, who take you poured, drunk drink outside the Red?
This world, there is no one way is repetitive.
Like the lonely, like memories, as some time, some people still will be the direction of attention,
But the wind has let up, and leaving a dark tattoo had hurt and pain like yesterday.
Was removed thousands of scenery, I always believed,
Some can not be devoid of pain, some memory can not be resolved completely, some people can not let go of.
Even now I sit here and think you, or one day I leave you,
I will bring love and hope in your world take root.
This life, if you well, that is sunny.