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In April, rain their minds
06:02, 1969-Dec-31
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rained constantly, rain, no period, soaked the whole sky, as if their minds, disrupted season.
you say: April is the nostalgic days of April rain lingering tenderness.
so I thought of parents, that their loved ones with me take care of me. Remembered a friend who let me happy and disappointed crowd. In April, I think of you, we'll never be enclosed memory. April's concerns, as the rain, brilliant and long.
people always easy nostalgia, nostalgia like to read history, in the past, whether you admit it or not, exist. Moreover, the Acacia increasingly long-term, forever ... ...
did not know that there are not a medicine, called regret medicine. I think that even if there is, I do not have access, you said, the number of people's lives better in the Shang Beizi doomed, and even then could know the future, tomorrow does not belong to you, because the far-fetched would be premature, would be more pain, than Termination.
I know that today, there is a drug, called incurable. It consists of Scorpio, centipedes, poisonous weeds, poisonous snakes, made of refined opium poppy, people once provoke will Qiqiaoshengyan. I do not know who this drug on the fingertips of the intersection, but also who is going to swallow?
If life is a drama, it is no better explanation, because the outcome of the play are all good memories, even joy, or weep with grief. However, the end of life needs a process, just like this rain, there are always a number of memorable stories, where to fill the gaps in each one.
significantly fewer bells and whistles on the street past the crowd, past the prosperity of sudden change bleak. That Rain Lane is still the only pluggin You Zhisan not see it alone in general have lost their lilac girl, Yulian splashes of smoke could be her long sad and melancholy?
do not know when approaching a woman wearing a Suyijuanxiu, sometimes assertive, sometimes dignified, he served as the rain drenched her hair decently, rain water flowing down the face was. You said, quietly in the rain, light-tim is a romantic, she has also read this poem reverie? Otherwise, how she could be so fascinating? Wet rain throughout the trouser legs of her, and she put down from trousers, cold water, do not seem to make her feel that this is the spring of raw cold, rain and frivolous, either, pupil of the eye sparkling with endless hope.
So I remembered that during the rainy season, that delicate and scatter light rain. Hands-phase pull traversed by grass, is that you accidentally splash mud fly as a whole, the hand-heart temperature diluted all silly, smiling faces inside are all comfortable-like joy.
you say, love, as the rain, the wet and beautiful. I can not interpret love, just as your heart I can not inter-dialysis. With regard to you my secret, as the rain, fog, everything will be fine after the elegant manner dispersed.
your letterhead has been I do not cherish writhed out of bad marks, your handwriting has long been a strong yellow continued to show bold, you echo in the ears of the raving drift Huanchu trace your shadow. Readily picked up yellow photo album, your smiling, how faded the paper failed to cover up the beauty of your mind.
you say, destined, we also good-bye, I do not know now you are not the same as the original beauty of the time, like blossoms from the inside you get old? If the old, and that the short message has not grow old for what reasoning?
White, like my confession, the hand can no longer ÄĄ do not care that dust-laden pen, pen flows overflow the font of many cooked, crumble to bits by heart every word Zennai occasion. I do not know when, inadvertently soaked Acacia would like to say to you, put the statement in good faith a misty fragmentation.
desk phone suddenly rang, the other side came off of words, ranging hear clearly has entered the blind, had to send text messages asked. Maybe life, as this phone, if even text messages can not pass, this Acacia what the point?
you say that smoking is a kind of pain, called suicide. I said, smoking is smoking you have to chew a bite your throat at the heart, many things that make you go to look for.
in the hands of unknown perils in the smoke of burning your fingers burned, inaction would like you to fiddle with in the ground, in the wind wiped out, and scattered in a way like you.
the sky, the clouds finally dispersed, the stars and white appear, deja vu, but also seems like the past, in the curtain where the Big Dipper-yan. Galaxy seems to inter-shine beautiful old paintings,絶對高潮, mysterious and surprising.
do not know if flashing sinking Beidou, tease Zuiyan fiddle to whom and whether she could understand, or deliberately trying to obscure? Tagore said: the world's farthest distance / not / the stars between the tracks / it / even if the tracks converge / is nowhere to be found in an instant. I do not know whether the sinking, her lovestruck Beidou to read? Or a dream of the millennium?
You say: If I love you,D10 媚薬 催情剤, no matter ends of the earth, heart belongs to you; if I do not love you, even if to be also a kind of pale. I am speechless, just want to hear from you from the hairline where the aroma emitted and feel the warmth at the moment the wind buffeting lift up, listen to the rain and heart played a moving melody.
I had good, the end edge of the letter, all born from the edge by the edge and destroy, as the rain, eventually stopping moment. Maybe tomorrow, mountain no longer have fog, edge and everyone has to.
do not know if there will be several such lingering life, the rainy season, but also do not know in each season so you remember that hand out of the past? Does listening to the words of the Buddha? Origin Jimie, geo-health has been empty. If so, why should we meet?
always fit the glass, I have the same feelings inside the curtain looking forward to your sky, listen to your silence is the best time to breathe smoothly, I still remember your sweet flavor symmetry.
you are standing next to me whispered whispering, hazy, the open arms to embrace you, but always unable to do so, as when I did not like to have your time away quietly in any direction of where I am lost only know that it is mengxi, you bubble has long since disappeared, such as thinking inside of your rain.
I wonder if you put my love fit in?
If you love if it went, and this rain in the wind, how can flirt with the Yi Jiao li li-screen account of memory? If you, love is still, this endless night, you must have infected my deep wish language intoxicated smile in your sleep inside.
without your rainy night in the fog of loneliness where lighting is more mysterious, and I had no clue this chaos, the long-suppressed emotions tirelessly writing in the written word, we have witnessed the beauty will let you The next season I think you pick up.
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