Yelan lonely time

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The wind out of the window, and the passage of the downtown as deserted the start. Dark sky, filled with many hidden hidden sorrow. Days of the end of March, it seems busy mourning. Rain in a lonely, disturbed forbear the night, a quarter of prodigiously ticking tears.
as if everything lost its color. Themselves in an cold, dark a faint light, but also to provoke worry. If the floating body heart like Xu Peng, who is the dream of people tonight? Who's voice, through time and space, with a touch of sadness, the window in the rain through the night echoed Italian crosswise.
quietly opened the curtains, listening to footsteps in March with a wet, cool, sad to walk the edge in the season. Dim distant days of the window, darkness has become the most realistic color. Cold coffee table, a roll of scholarly, the solitude of one room, a faint light.
shut our eyes, headaches, feeling more powerful. Sit idly, relying on the bed turned a messy book. The man put the book Common Sense Zaozao: in the vast sea to find true love, was the Xing Shen, not life too. So calm, so cool and uninhibited, must have attained the Millennium practice. Want to laugh, Danjue expression has been stiff.
want to come, I must not it be too dull. Eyes off, the only clear in the book to see his gaunt thin shadow, while the lamp under the word, a more one inscrutable.
is not, and the text of karma, has reached the end? Open old thin pad, reminding us of scenes illusion. Those lingering Qice fragments, mixed with tea, clear, mellow wine, strong coffee on an individual bit by bit, come full circle, back to square one, and always into a tie can never be filled in the word.
where flowers once, Red once nostalgic, has become increasingly distant. The only not relieved, only one of heartbreaking pain. Always known, but also has been unable to change. Open the phone, listen to Shujing singing Listen to red after the window in front of red Acacia, in the end is how a moving and beautiful, but [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], which one would not have had the red for me?
green leaves, flowers who accidentally leaked the information, so that a long time into the Acacia trees one by one? In the cool early autumn, the seeds out of Acacia, will insist on the tenderness of deep species, so that an unexpected reunion, opened the most beautiful prelude.
glimpse, who sent the story into a fairy tale. Walked in the pen, draw an inexplicable shyness Bay, surprise, mobility growth endless stream of river. Let me pick up all of the smile, breathe and dance, willing to do a return man of your dreams.
close your eyes, descended to the temporary addition to the familiar shadow, there is a twilight to the beginning of the aroma. Stared see, gentle eyes that are still under the umbrella. What is illusion? In addition, the world went blank. Those songs, those who whisper, as you initially said, whispering to my happiness. Stealing the full House the sound of spring, warmth strung together a stack of paper the words of Health, the distances.
horizon right close. Far-off dream. Would like to, call your name, see if your eyes Looking back after a hundred Chihiro seek surprise. Then, turn around, far better than trekking wrong footprints which, toward the warmth of your arms. Imagine that end, both will be two piles of heart. Even from this stop, even from eyes closed, is also satisfied.
time as the hands of the sand, in between the fingers slip away quietly. Over the past many days, everything seems to have not changed. The scent of ink on the ink stone, only lightly dyed Lvhen spring to deep. Some bright upon her imagination, pacing in place. Imagine the other side of the flower, has been open to the clusters; or that the river water, suddenly no longer east.
bent left that day thinking of you. A butterfly flew over, I think of Lovers of the wedding dress, as well as thrush haze on the mirror, do not know, that butterfly woman, is not still in heaven happy and smiling.
thick of the night Slowly, the sound of the piano in the boundless grief Qizou. Fragrant flowers fall, is a masterpiece in a soft spot for helpless silent memorial? Thousand years later, as if still hear the lingering sound of which the Dihuan sorrowful and sad.
lot of things to say to you, always get to the core. You will come? You still there? You have to listen to it?
how could you not? How can you not listen? Five hundred years ago the dream metion, faintly hear the vows before the aspiration of Sansei stone, standing in the crowd, but missed your tracks. To see people coming and going, to be blossom. I am alone, alone [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], outside the towering Red, he was ordained an encounter between adults rub shoulders lock regret. Then, day after day to sink in, continued to sink.
the hands of time [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not penetrate the floor, the heavy mist. Without you, the heart, after all, just a ghost town. All the happiness and sadness, are paper gibberish nonsense. You know it? Do you understand? A person, two people, is still only words. A short laugh that was only being stolen, fictitious scene of a beautiful scene and the scene, and finally one by one died in the plot in hand knitting.
this spring, very sad. Left behind a desperate love, get enough to put on many plots. Only I, standing on an unfamiliar road, loss flawless. Sad to look back, you owe me a promise, is still meaningful ellipsis in the winding, wandering?
Brocade too heavy, the spring is too light. Can not compile a happy ending to such a transition to the end of it? You rush to come and go, only able to promise me a cool dream. I woke up in the dark, listening to the pillow of tears, and the rain outside the window, dropping into a prolonged pain.
Chunyan passes him the news, Yan had the sun in March, but broke each other's news. Standing rain curtain, the direction of your breath towards the view that the familiar can not be the day you resume our smile. Turned around to see the memory of those on the pink Liulv began gradually blurred gradually lost; see a dripping of rain, peach open and welcome.
leaves float in the wind, the faint sigh. Scattered into the mud, which was originally destined to life. As indifferent to each other turn, offer all kinds of vertical and had all the answers unwilling to give up, how? End of the World The Long, clear water and gray to such, fulfill the bonds of silence, the most timeless look into the distance.
tonight's rain, like a stubborn child, the hegemonic Qiao Xing sinking mind. Hand, want to shut the door to be opened past. But against this sentence in a daze: Some people have died in the doomed fate, in a short time, the contacts of each other's soul, and say, goodbye. Never seen.
Thus, tears Italian crest. There was farewell music, blowing sad melody, little by little, scattered over the space.
spring slowly crescendos and old, old memo gradually thin, missing more ... ...