A silent giving up, give up a friend who has no fate; give up some kind of feelings who have no harvest; give up some kind of soul's expectations; give up certain ideas. At this time, I will give birth to a sad, but this sadness does not hinder myself to start, listen to the music over the new time and space, and tell the story again! Because this is a natural bid and abandon, it is rich in the spirit, and it is so sad!
I have a feeling, I want it to be forever. After many years, it has found that it has gradually disappeared. Then I understand: I originally held it in my hand. I don't necessarily what we really have; we have, it is not that we really engraved in the heart! In fact, life needs to consciously give up!
There are too many wonderful things in the world. We have been working hard to pursue. In order to get, busy busy. In fact, I really need it, often I will understand after many years, and I don't know how to end! And there is an experience that has been owned, and we have an experience in reducing experiences. The sunset is priest, the flowers bloom, life is unhappy.
Because when you have, we may be losing, and we may be re-acquired. For all things, we can't actually have absolute grasp. If you deliberately chase and have, it is difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of suffering.
I am not coming to this world because of you, but because you are more in love with this world! If you can be with you, I will be grateful to this world. If you can't be with you, I will walk away, but still will not lose love and gratitude to this world. I am grateful to God, let me meet you with you, complete the poem created by God! "Life gives us endless sorrow, also gives us an eternal answer. So, a give up, fixed a super off! How to change the life of the red dust vulgar, no matter how the individual chooses, no matter how it is in hand What is the light, however, even if we escape and brave, although the sadness is also pleased!
We walked to life as usual, we gradually gave up as usual, gradually and firm!
There is a feeling that I always admit "Acacia" when I have insomnia.
There is a kind of fate that is always a dream, I believe it is "eternal";
When a look is always breaking up, I saw "love";
There is a kind of mood that is always separated, and it understands that it is "lost".
