
The breeze blow, the cloud has fluttered. Who sobs secretly in this season. The rain is thick, the letter which writes, is locked in gently the drawer.
the heart, is hoping the sunlight. , sends into exile roams about to wilderness, could not find continuously road.
once, darkly mused. Spends the place, is a heaven. These gentle breezes cannot blow off the memory, has reappeared at present.
Looks that the butterfly time from passes through at present, actually cannot hold it. Has calmly to hide in the gloomy corner, the swallow ache soul. moonlight like water night, actually painful. Listens to a song, may sing green the dead tree, may the heart which withers sing awakes. Who will know that you actually will not be able to pull that wheel clear month which west will move. once sincere smile, whether can let you bury in the soul memory. Recalls, gentle smile. Has a thought that smiles.
The custom, stands in the passenger foot-bridge looks at the scenery, the custom, in the drizzle seeks for the trace which spends. No matter time how long, but the years drained how many, the meet is the life beauty. If likes is one kind of crime, that the heart movement will be similar to the meteor which instantaneous namely will pass. Otherwise, for that Shan Neishui that month of that cloud, sings an eternal song.as soon as he the warm dexterity wields, you are similar to the frightened bird, shivers the small and weak body, the tear is becoming a river thinly, static flow. Who will know that who will understand.
Was also fantasizing that connecting rod’s day, he actually leaves you to be getting more and more far. Takes a broad view suddenly looks, only then discovered that his side no longer has your mischievous form. No longer is you have, you let loose the hand, stood quietly in one side, taciturnity. Then who can tell you, whether the taciturnity is also one kind of sad US? If is injured the heart did not have the language silently, whether is also one kind of comfort? walks slowly in nobody’s street corner, the moonlight pulls lanky own shadow. You try to step on your shadow, originally really steps on very much sorely.
The quiet at dead of night, does not have sleepiness. Therefore, hides in nobody’s corner, bursts into tears secretly. You drink to heart’s content he to give you the delightful red wine, also drank him to give you the hot white liquor. But, day old? Wild? a heavy heart, loses in West Lake sticks the bank. Tries to ask in a low voice whether in your heart’s that rose also still does deposit on the heart. the wind silent passed over gently and swiftly from the side, the intermittent rose flower fragrance fluttered. Is that fragrance as before, however you actually did not know whether it does open perfectly. does meet by chance, misses on the duckweed water sample?
You have missed? He waves the hand that flash, you stand in the time shadow, felt bursts into tears mood. If somebody has waited for anyone in some corner, if the eternal dream has not come the anxious recognition already to diverge, regardless of who is, the heart can also such be cold? you always unceasingly arrange a beautiful rumor, detains in the heart that sound, you always unceasingly look for] the absurd reason, detains moral nature that tender feeling. How could it not be to know the breeze blow to be obsolete, has carried off quietly, did not have the trace.
Some meet unexpectedly always let the person accident, what are more is that perfect. But comes our innermost feelings feeling perfectly, only then feels, can feel is perfect attentively. Nobody will suspect that will bring perfectly happy feeling, natural, these happy should be can see, will trace, has not consumed, empty will pay with suffers. However, somewhat meets unexpectedly is actually desperate finally to does not dare to look that the wind bamboo shade, the wild goose excessively cold deep pool, arranges cleanly the life background and the way, has not had the trace.
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We meet again. Sad but beautifully written. May you find peace in Loves Heartache.