The passage of time, can not refuse, can not retain. Think, if with the confrontation, and probably the only word. In fact, many tiffany things have not changed, changed, only one state of mind. Therefore, if the use of text, to retain some of the time they would be able to retain, which should also be pale. If only the deep also, I can only light, said This is a dream do not want to wake up with a beautiful Italian water.
Blackout in the afternoon. Feeling very agitated, very boring. Sitting in the balcony, mind, perhaps in a different mood.
A piece of the wind blowing, the water is intended holding wet. Case of a balcony, the bar back to the top of the building opposite, a pool of rippling water. Therefore, Ying Ying and that the wires in the water was short, and a bit of a separate link, link and separate. Deep, shallow,, it is real, deep in the water. Read, of them are listed on into the heart. Sometimes, people did not. Revealed and hidden, simple, complex, full of big dye vat in the environment, the real and mixed performance.
There are birds flying over the sky. Fall into the water, the shadow is fuzzy. Before, Seamless. Only in the mind, leaving the moment of surprise. I suddenly have a desire want to see a good person, a person who self-personality. Whether or not he, giving the impression that depression, silence, or passion, or suffering, does not really matter. He is a real, rather than to imitate or adapt to the surrounding environment. In the end there are no such people? Also could not help laughing, in the end, this is only wishful dream. The dream is not always reality.
Do not know, is not mind, really lost the return direction.heart, and feel a strong sense of loss. At that time, light, years of life passes slowly when you hold what? And we, in the process of walking and how many events is a natural development, or do nothing? I know that come true, just like yesterday to write clearly and on paper, and then the paper, it is still blank. However, the position of stand today, in the face can not predict the future, I really do not know what to do. It is undeniable that a form of compassion, wrapped tightly in their hearts. Dispersion can not be a long time.
I can not understand why the life course, here, there will be such a confused arrangement. When passed, the eyes of each other in their respective landscapes. Or the End of the World, or right close by home.. Therefore, no one can care about you around, no one can care about your pain. Can do is dream. Wake up. Dream. Wake up. Repeat it.
Blackout in the afternoon. Feeling very agitated, very boring. Sitting in the balcony, mind, perhaps in a different mood.
A piece of the wind blowing, the water is intended holding wet. Case of a balcony, the bar back to the top of the building opposite, a pool of rippling water. Therefore, Ying Ying and that the wires in the water was short, and a bit of a separate link, link and separate. Deep, shallow,, it is real, deep in the water. Read, of them are listed on into the heart. Sometimes, people did not. Revealed and hidden, simple, complex, full of big dye vat in the environment, the real and mixed performance.
There are birds flying over the sky. Fall into the water, the shadow is fuzzy. Before, Seamless. Only in the mind, leaving the moment of surprise. I suddenly have a desire want to see a good person, a person who self-personality. Whether or not he, giving the impression that depression, silence, or passion, or suffering, does not really matter. He is a real, rather than to imitate or adapt to the surrounding environment. In the end there are no such people? Also could not help laughing, in the end, this is only wishful dream. The dream is not always reality.
Do not know, is not mind, really lost the return direction.heart, and feel a strong sense of loss. At that time, light, years of life passes slowly when you hold what? And we, in the process of walking and how many events is a natural development, or do nothing? I know that come true, just like yesterday to write clearly and on paper, and then the paper, it is still blank. However, the position of stand today, in the face can not predict the future, I really do not know what to do. It is undeniable that a form of compassion, wrapped tightly in their hearts. Dispersion can not be a long time.
I can not understand why the life course, here, there will be such a confused arrangement. When passed, the eyes of each other in their respective landscapes. Or the End of the World, or right close by home.. Therefore, no one can care about you around, no one can care about your pain. Can do is dream. Wake up. Dream. Wake up. Repeat it.
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