2015年07月08日
The palette of life
Do not believe the rhetoric in life
That's just the bedding for some purpose
Don't believe that someone's promise Dream beauty pro
It's just for his own purpose and give you sweet fruit
Time will change the fruit become bitter astringent
Their fate to grasp in their own hands
It won't be time season strike Dream beauty pro
If their fate by others
The palette of your life will lose colour you want
The fate of their grasp
His own life
As a time of time wasted
Don't regret HKUE ENG
You use your own way in the lives of the palette
Leaving your joys and sorrows
2015年06月25日
For you to lis
Another JiChun samsara, the autumn passed; the breeze is still smiling, Ann static good years. Once put strewn at random, drops of ink in the rainy season in sorrow is used to dissipate warmth. Scooped up a ray of sunshine in the diary interlining in the leg, only to find that with full title page is your name Dream beauty pro.
Weight for you, I praise for you. Curtain roll west wind chill, since jie read dust have nothing. Remember I just met you, liberal arts advantage, "mentoring" you and me. First divide into classes, we bet you said still count, different stories, different classes, and I was as if still live in your view, was on pins and needles, I began to choose to escape.
Finally, a worn out sex paper airplane stall to break your heart, which seems to also indicates our separation. Strong personality I am a woman, never to give up first four league, but don't know my grades end up in a great mess, but you seem tianzhijiaozai, step on the stairs. Almost all the people lamented the power of love in my side, but I know this is your strength, you finally know how to use your own potential, although I never say any words, but I still silently in the heart lit a praise for you.
For your choosing, I sigh for you. If love a person will have flexuous sadness, if fall in love with a love is doomed to be endless pain. Zhang ai-ling said: "like a person, will humble to dust, then flower leaves come." Yes, isn't that what your true portraiture? I am a even themselves are still not fully see clear of woman, not to mention what is love, so from the moment you say you like me, I instinctively to escape. But, I still remember the day I took your spirit the one punch beats on the rainbow bridge, blood flowed out of the hands; I remember school (4) classes, you ZhuanWen reason for me, the first time I met you by surprise; I also remember you promise to make my life to leave me three wishes...
Have been accepted by the family education, however, I only wish to be a heartless person, I know this is wrong, there is too much care about will be too many scars. If I accidentally hurt you I would have to pieces, you said to me "still love, love is hard to leave," I know, that is a kind of want to forget is already thorough marrow of pain. I can't explain too much, there are so many things, I want to hide all too late, how to explain. Slowly, slowly, I let my disappear in your world, but you an operation, you and I meet again. A phone number, you listen to me before the trajectory, "indignation not flick HKUE ENG," you cry piercing pain in my heart the softest corner. At the moment, I understand as an attempt of a ship can carry your sad.
Weight for you, I sing for you. Walking along the way, we always be roll at always relief something, can't let go of one thing. Always naive to think that as long as you stick to won't disappoint, just time don't wait, yesterday away, such as through the back, despair, only to find that the original stick to just blindly, naive fantasy is also a kind of fault, once the persistence is a kind of sad.
After a car accident, since I put my tears swallow alone, as if lost some recognition of poetic beauty of mind, but I also subconsciously condemned a truth: women don't need America laguna, but must delicate, women should strive for their own ideal. So don't contact, you haven't seen in a no answer. Actually I was just in their own way to let you know the belong to me out of the ground, for a long time, I want to see the real you can stand in front of all the girls, not only can you stand in front of me.
Perhaps the youth should be so, only tears of pain flooded in the bright beautiful, the rainy season will look perfect, perhaps the youth during the rainy season, there are always some things is to be forgotten Dream beauty pro.
Alone now, I sit in front of the computer, listening to the song cycle melody, looking at the railings outside old night, silently, in the endless reverie.
If you understand me, please let us use sincere heart, in exchange for a genuine friendship nuskin.
Precipitation feelings, a paper softly, for example, you fly light to read from a distance...
2015年06月15日
In the dream with the smoke to the end of the world
Dream fly, let this life past clouds, disappear in the years of constant gone, I'm just in the shore looked away, to return to know through this way is setting live by tears, Dream beauty pro recall this way, not belong to it just wind gently, quietly come, go after is just a sigh in distant dream left.
It's all the time's dust, we will always choose to remember all of the memories, before the next intersection made a promise to "remember", not think too much if I which day is really forgotten, which day already don't remember that simple to let a person tears in the "promise", remember they will never forget? Through a strange corner, watching a strange scenery, in turn, suddenly see that seems to be a similar scenario, is I don't know how many day, want to pull the fingers to count the past few years, at that moment tears. Never forget those memories and so on in blow away in the wind Dream beauty pro, such as hand hold water how leaders also scooped up don't live in the heart, let the time carved, but I was helpless.
Eyeful spring breeze Pepsi, if everything yesterday again in the sight of his own, won't be at the beginning, there's a phrase said very well "in the past no longer come back, come back no longer perfect" is no longer as before it can come back also is very sad thing, don't go back just the familiar scene in the past? I'm afraid and state of mind, "each New Year flower similar, following years are different" days like this from my side slip away day after day after day, I go to pick up in tears and a years of film, can't find back in those days the mood, look without any change in the mirror, but why the but again what all changed. This change is only written in your heart, so subtle, heart is like the strings, if gently toggle can find music has changed.
Want to go back to the original origin wait quietly, "waiting" is one of the most cruel word in the world, but knowing the most cruel, will also choose this road, even if waiting for has no meaning. Zhang ailing about waiting for the "in fact we also don't know what is waiting for" go along this road for so long, why also will forget his original, or a person, Dream beauty pro or one thing, after a long time before I gradually understand that this is a very sad thing, said zhang ailing in the live, she must be in the years to get accustomed to a person to wait, the heart may know this is not a good habit, but still has become a brand, wipe also wipe not to go.
Some didn't finished the story can go into my dream, reality is always unpredictable, but in the dream sometimes tells the true and original touched, which is another unique happiness, perhaps only oneself can really realize.
Sometimes I always inexplicable sad stories in the collection of the final character is not himself, now I know this is not the most important, the most important thing is to learn to treasure, I finally learned to ok. Don't blame time changed all that, no longer to care about yourself is to remember or forget HKUE ENG, that moment probably only grateful, memories in the dream with the smoke to the end of the world, operation all, misty, cold night had a warm feeling.
2015年03月03日
Memory nest nest
The pace is always time to go to that kind of rush to play yesterday, the river is still playing children shortly become hobbled old man, the spring has become a vibrant bleak barren wilderness, the once bustling magnificent ancient wash Today, remnants of lush become Hirano.
Today, everything will grow old;
Today, everything will barren.
The first is the young grow old length of time those romantic past HKUE amec, the first was a barren like a condensation between heart sincere feelings.
We stood in the river of time, we look back just suddenly discovered once beautiful could be so easily broken in the rheology of years, it is as thin as onion skin veil, that is the southern smoke rain, it was a man crystal teardrop eyes. What is it eternal?
Whenever the bright, HKUE ENG starry night sky. This once beautiful but also as flashing starry sky in memory. If anything eternal, then I would rather say, is that as the empty nest-like memory, like winter alone hanging in the branches of the Chao nest, still. The bird just gone, just memories scattered in the wind, all in. Only people who have not.
Once the memory, not so much a mark, it would be better to say just a state of mind HKUE ENG, we always use their own brush those feelings away, the one about the light, scanning up.
Years smoke, current events change. In the vast sea of people knows no boundaries occasion, more people came |, far away, scattered, light, leaving only ourselves alone, standing still Dream beauty pro hard sell, often in the dead of night, shake off that to avalanche swirling memories.
Today, everything will grow old;
Today, everything will barren.
The first is the young grow old length of time those romantic past HKUE amec, the first was a barren like a condensation between heart sincere feelings.
We stood in the river of time, we look back just suddenly discovered once beautiful could be so easily broken in the rheology of years, it is as thin as onion skin veil, that is the southern smoke rain, it was a man crystal teardrop eyes. What is it eternal?
Whenever the bright, HKUE ENG starry night sky. This once beautiful but also as flashing starry sky in memory. If anything eternal, then I would rather say, is that as the empty nest-like memory, like winter alone hanging in the branches of the Chao nest, still. The bird just gone, just memories scattered in the wind, all in. Only people who have not.
Once the memory, not so much a mark, it would be better to say just a state of mind HKUE ENG, we always use their own brush those feelings away, the one about the light, scanning up.
Years smoke, current events change. In the vast sea of people knows no boundaries occasion, more people came |, far away, scattered, light, leaving only ourselves alone, standing still Dream beauty pro hard sell, often in the dead of night, shake off that to avalanche swirling memories.