Street prostitution decaying vegetation, tamping Huo life, who do not think it is how to, how to leave! Time is long distance, often because it is always the little things that you feel dejected, confused Iraqis haggard, and inviting a little sad. I can only sigh, but not for Iraqis stormed Egypt dust, damage Yu Hong consumption has to dash passionate? That,
adjustable desk or a thousand feet time and distance, or millions of years? That love that scene, lingering born, quietly faded. Whether all this meant to be?
Looking back on a dream night, you standing on the bow, but I still can not stand the stern, and you can not look relatively remote, but can not see your face pale, clear outline. I can only shadow children folded paper boat floating in a dream cuffs, neatly folded, as I was just like you gave neat. Either she hundred thousand turn back. Always afraid to look back, always afraid of looking back can not see your face, always afraid of the future look back on many hours of unfamiliar faces and you staggered lost my eye,
electrical desk chaos throughout the centuries.
On the way, that some old luggage vaguely, but who do not know what was inside, I hope I do not know, if I do not know, maybe I really do not know. Love like cardamom, so bewildering story, who do not want to see the fall and winter spring grass dry summer.
Picked up once beloved little pins, bright colors, hanging on childhood pocket, meet again when the children next door, which was showing off. Do not care, that love that scene is when the rest, Zhou joke, sight faded faint watermarks in layers,
adjustable desk waving farewell!
Hanging trace of laughter, nasty. Pay homage to you, to pay homage to those who leave. A trace of tears, waving to dream, to gather once again spilled.
Tired,
Lack of,
Woke up,
Just,
Whispered: Good night, do the sunset.