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| 1, passes, will eventually clear, because the sun protection to everyone. Such as the feelings of the moment, grief is temporary. Time, is the best drug treatment. Left with the left, a mere formality, the real meaning lies in who have had heart. Able to meet, and this is fate. Must be isolated if, but also grateful. Grateful God has given us such a memorable memories. Some things may have doomed the beginning. We can not all be able to eternal happiness, have moved, even an instant, the same should be cherished. When left as a result of the inevitable, we have no reason to sigh. People so happy, really happy person, have to cherish, laugh on the left. The world, who do not who they can survive well. This is life. All the earth is actually very light, light to not stand up to the distance Qianshan not stand up to the A Sigh slightly not stand up to play down the signs of time ... ... Do not desire to forever, forever How far? Who can calculate the matter? Together and separated by a wall separation in fact, only the distance between turns. Love the book too fake, it is just lazy writer sitting in air-conditioned room to fabricate out of thin air. I do not like,, nor did mulberry bags such a miserable, stupid. Yun Yun was born in this world, my nerves are too weak, in my perception of life is also subject to all of all. Not, too far away from the kind of life. We are too general, the ordinary mind as long as it is with a slight burden on the various sleep. In fact, this is real life, real moving. I came mulberry bag back, and we have not left. I just want to drop by at the time of the junction have been some. My eyes suddenly open, clean-minded. Indifferent to see all the signs, grateful, blessed hearts. Because of missing, we do not have wronged their own qualifications. Peach brilliant re-opened, it was also the case across the lights, and can not be expected to, I just want the other side of you, looking and wishing. 2, How in the world, and I do not know more and more. The past did not come, the do not go. No repeated, emotional disorders, as if the wind and rain last night, when the wind rush, rush, when the rain to.only the small building full of feelings, but also stands in the misty rain. Do not remember how many times it is hard after, and only know that since a certain equipment was moved, some have emerged one after another. That there is not just get rid of the shadow of a dream, but also that under the extremely frivolous little residual. Has been looking forward to the coming of darkness. Only in the night before through the sharp contrast between black and white, see the weak point of the distance that light, hard to grasp, hard to bear clutched. Can be deep night, the wind cold exposed residues, where warm hands to hold? Maybe mulberry this is fate, an established trajectory, it has been going around for many years, behind deep traces of the infinite, how can transcend? Perhaps the only really want to find a kind of spiritual comfort, but after a deep loneliness desperately want to seize the first-line faint hope. Although gorgeous, the end will be over. And those who actually moved in after the departure of How to forget that we can forget. The heart then closed the door tight. Yes ah, how many people can mulberry handbags enter their own lives, how many people really into the memory of how many people should be written into the diary. These memories are so fragile, trembling and attached to every inch of the time. Rubbing shoulders doomed, doomed to wandering. Looking back on when the road when grass is still green color. People, without a trace. Hand, touching the cold, all the past has become a pale paper. The use of what kind of mood to write this encounter? Love the left hand, right hand reflection. Time is a line, we survive in the cracks. Perhaps it means the end of the beginning. | ||
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