2013年01月17日
Through the rainy season
When the rainy season comes, many memories of the rain was pouring into brown landscape, tea tin box all review inadvertently are gorgeous as a romantic idea, when you wake up in the morning, a drifting into another ... All
The ship is far years quietly, leaving gaps between the memory for a touch of melancholy and loss, young and helpless anxious, frustrated the rogue state of mind, to support a sad memory. Once, for the goddess Mousika, countless moonlight Rourou night, hiding in their shadow, the writer had real, a tearful dream. Singing all the way, a road sign. To find once forgotten yesterday, to seek youth spirituality, that is studded with ponder the starry sky, often read my superficial base in others and pride and contempt for the eyes, but can not find their own brilliant. Time of gifts to own forever is only the rain. The colorful dream in diligently sought after faded, perhaps, dvd box wholesale into a wrong choice. Indeed, the wounded heart really loving. Can not say: " no longer wrote, this present life " of the heroic utterance, young heart is covered with green square, and unrestrained. " If Wade continuously, success will dream into reality? " I ask myself in my heart Rimmer, sadness a beyond expression made me really deep taste of what is " the eternal things, and Cunxin know ". Always want to forget the dry season tenderness, the flowing hair always lingering, get wet in the rain. And away the shadow is always in my heart, you know, this is a mistake, although can be called the most beautiful mistake, but not clear give. As the setting sun, lightly wounded heart, let the wind blows over the diffuse growth of the emotion, the cold rain from the face of channel flow of thin heart, dusk.
The dry season promises had left on the pillow, tin box for food the wind drifting into the distance.
Through the rainy season, no rain.
The ship is far years quietly, leaving gaps between the memory for a touch of melancholy and loss, young and helpless anxious, frustrated the rogue state of mind, to support a sad memory. Once, for the goddess Mousika, countless moonlight Rourou night, hiding in their shadow, the writer had real, a tearful dream. Singing all the way, a road sign. To find once forgotten yesterday, to seek youth spirituality, that is studded with ponder the starry sky, often read my superficial base in others and pride and contempt for the eyes, but can not find their own brilliant. Time of gifts to own forever is only the rain. The colorful dream in diligently sought after faded, perhaps, dvd box wholesale into a wrong choice. Indeed, the wounded heart really loving. Can not say: " no longer wrote, this present life " of the heroic utterance, young heart is covered with green square, and unrestrained. " If Wade continuously, success will dream into reality? " I ask myself in my heart Rimmer, sadness a beyond expression made me really deep taste of what is " the eternal things, and Cunxin know ". Always want to forget the dry season tenderness, the flowing hair always lingering, get wet in the rain. And away the shadow is always in my heart, you know, this is a mistake, although can be called the most beautiful mistake, but not clear give. As the setting sun, lightly wounded heart, let the wind blows over the diffuse growth of the emotion, the cold rain from the face of channel flow of thin heart, dusk.
The dry season promises had left on the pillow, tin box for food the wind drifting into the distance.
Through the rainy season, no rain.
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