Life has lost, have lost, more persist at first dreams, no matter how many difficult process, I always want to stay in her heart. My time is still long, is not the way I finished, I and my dream walks out.
Always taste so a word: to sing, like no one is listening to the same; Dance like no one is watching general; To love, just like no hurt; Fight it, like this is the end of the world. So, I don't want to get out of life, no longer holding ground, coffee, no longer see others fictional story sad, no longer day and destruction seemed such a long time ago now.
Be frozen in the snow mountain one thousand snow lotus, closure of a few a few times the dust of snow wax cold plum, are you on the edge of the cliff cry there was no attention. Whether in reincarnation and when not to continue hesitated to displaced.
The world of mortals infinite, just MingTu were far worse. Who put the who embrace as lonely extensions, you, and on a cliff waiting for the one thousand years who kiss? An yue longevity is the buddhists four kinds of people: those who MeiXinMeiFei; Banana; Peace; Consciousness.
The first two man may eat fat in vain, no sorrow pillow; The third man may renditions of contemplation, unconcerned; Finally a man may transcendent, profound attainments. Can I seem to fundamental and the four people McGrady, because I grew up sentimentality, thoughts are blown.
But I think I have enough to longevity, because I have and I mind hand in photograph reflect, holding the hands of the elves of dance, and that is enough to express my feelings of text. Life with relentless broken again and our hearts, and will be scattered in the pieces of the time of the memory.
The only time reduced the concentration of the only pain. After the damage the mottled after trace, like beautiful quicksand WenLao, change of heart will never change the perspective. In the passage of time, our heart house but into a deserted the city of decline. We have to use love ooze a disc XinXiang, gently geothermal sweet fragile soul, maintain that the world disappeared to flash of beauty.
Silent time, leaving our strong will; Practical steps; Good heart; With the passage of time run continuously, we no longer lust after the youth of green, feather, wen run the time, faint scent. In time the sweetness of the zero never poetry......
In my childhood, with other children in the street beanbag, peek-a-boo; Or get together learn woven gloves, do the insole; Or go to the fields to cut grass to feed the pigs, help parents cooking. These in the partners are quite common eyes, played after do alls gone, also absorbed in growth. But I different, I can put those happy happy tong zhen every bit of tong qu struggles to write in the scrap of paper secretly, secretly hide in bed. And then I use every night pillow written growth course of sleep, the in the mind feel more dependable and happiness.
The flow of time like light music, dancing, and fluent, rising and moving! Leave only endless aftertaste. Time is like old wine fragrance, after time precipitation, the baptism of the years, more long more mellow with strong strong wrapped in our own weakness, we have been looking for can rely on arms, in the passage of the time but is found the arms, but long in their shoulders. Each person to experience the road of life, the passage of time people after wind and rain course, accumulation of heart, mature thought, deep inside information.
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