Tuesday, August 23, 2011

There are many people


Throughout the long life of the article, it seems everything was so in a hurry. Last night's dream is still explains that the poetic, now of the poetry when moonlight but will smile face, the series from old 

time, the wind died all the echo of the memory.
Perhaps, there are a lot of things, as long as the past, they are made will be a story; There are many people, as long as separate, is destined to become old. In life it is also for this, because some people into, so the story will become so colorful; It is also for this, because some people to leave.
In a hurry, meet, in a hurry, the feeling experience feelings here, and I can only use silence         to all the sigh hidden. I told myself, to be strong, you must learn to use the smile to face everything, even if the cold lonely frozen all the warm life, and finally unreal into a no marginal snowy day.
I also still the to smile, not for other, only for me for those who meet the treasure and/or give up.Night, gradually short, stretching deep soft moonlight, the sky seems to be falling even to breathe and gentle dreams.
                          
     In the days of his youth, with singing youth elegy, let the soul drifting towards the distant young age, quiet listening to the wings of butterflies voice.However, perhaps is the time steps go too much in a hurry, and when we are still immersed in the memory of the past.

            But in the time a puzzle forever to stay in the heart, in the last night at the fireworks, characterizes the full blurred smoke, into heart inside that lawsuit not over of continuously and clear anxious.


   As time passes by, we all around for a between dismissed many, can't remember certain people coming, also can't remember certain people to leave, just like the wind, as dissipation of all the traces are fading.

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