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Looking back has always been bleak place, go back, and no rain and no sunshine.

Seconds, and slides are still a second time, the shadow of summer fade day by day, everything is so calm. Throbbing season or go for a long time already, not that kind of impulse to tell myself, mind is already quite mature, across the world, and young and old. Painted white plate folder lying in the sun quietly issued. A man dancing in a golden green, the flowing hair in the gentle breeze of laughter with brilliant dancing, flying dust in the past in an open lily. Desolate, desolately earnestly re-clank. Sound Of Nature, is where the clever means plucked, Yu Ying Huan charge? Ruqirusu, showing the inner miserable, those gorgeous diction can only be stopped at this time, stranding ... ... the sun on my body, should be a good warm, right? But I feel so cold so cold. I hear the tears dripping crisp sound. Had written sometime deep feeling, and now across the dim most want to say? While sad, is not to go forward, it drew a trailing exclamation point, is the heart sigh it? The wind, mixed with the atmosphere or vice versa. Late at night, drink a glass of water, and those who are no longer instant coffee, like stay away from the hustle and bustle, and I'm drowning in the shadow of the way no one is looking, everyone rushed to go, no one sees my injury, which Write down the sentence a few years ago. Send me a gift or not makes me happy, because its owner was gone, disappeared in the summer, there is no reason for the night, never to meet. In the end I thought I had the kind of injury? The answer is no, really, when you play a lonely man, who left open or not, to not undertake to open a free sky waving let you go, one turned back to the starting point. Comfort and pain, all I know the inner feeling, feeling, or did not say it, can still be friends after breaking up? I reluctantly nodded tears, promised myself to stick properly, there is no answer and stick to the screen. Review you are looking forward to that day? Still insist on the fragile and strong enough to compete? Listening to sad or continue The outline of a few pens you can not draw when you look at yourself. Melodious blew the saxophone, the tranquility of the old, the original I was there. All gone. All the senses without the injury, goes away, or did not cry in the heart of the effort. My side and let the sun warm side of himself, and then out Hongyan peony, green grass, bright moon hanging in the sky. Sentimental memories. Remember the first, a lot of songs to commemorate you, mark me. We are no longer destined to meet each other, tired of no heart, no tears dry, the young age of all the unparalleled beauty, ignorant and moved everything up to now, only to find long-lost memory of those who have cast a thick layer of dust. I do not speak a silent, give yourself an answer, happy looking out the window of the wind, cool, and then sick, the song of death coming in like a tidal wave, surged up. They penetrate the body, I was a strange feel enveloped, that is the time to leave peacefully ... ... in the early fall season, I saw Kapok open, as if telling anyone who to see kapok, like catkins like fly, Qing Yang's hair, watching but not cheeks; crimson and shy apple green, lemon tea or purple potato tart,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but also love strawberry red. Those panic season, with their own thoughts, I put it led to poetry, the end of the story quietly deleted from the memory into the lair of sleep. To the daily: thoughts of the screen, never touch the piano, a small dance era, the death of a person Aitalisi, moved to tears, drifting across several levels, you rush the way, we love , not several times. Not to draw children to draw, is to appear in our lives had some good scenes and a note, and perhaps did not leave very short, or remember where to meet you. Golden sun, sprinkling my heart, the feeling is still strong kapok, catkins singing Or I used to dance to regret in the back and waving their hands and then only to tell himself it all go to waste! I have already planted sunflower seeds and let it open in the trend of the shore. Put my mind some of the regret and pain, the brave for yourself, why bother chasing who I've been catching hold it? Let him who is quiet lay over the past years. I still want to find themselves in the vast traveling in the boat of the voyage. I go straight ahead, a good appreciation of this season's autumn. Heroes are buried in the silent dream, began to understand, and understand the day in May, thanks to all have experienced, hurried people, those who now feel childish things. Future self, sunflower, sunlight also can imagine along with the beautiful dream. Back has always been bleak place, go back, and no rain and no sunshine.