Love, is drug, you love me to make me addicted. Suddenly, one day you disappeared, I have remained my addiction alone, I don't know what it is. Love is like blooming poppies, my simple can not be salable It is fascinated. It has already been withered early, and the emeraptm has become a delude of me forever.
The beauty of the beauty of the beauty of the sea, lost the direction of the direction, I had to rely on her, only to save a little hope. Yang, the light is very glaring, Ming sway, I saw the cherry blossoms of the fluttering. Flying Send it, on your shoulders, face, gently soft. With a bite, it is warm, wet and salty.
There is no end in the night, doing trivial messy dreams, unclear, unclear, is awake, or the hopeless expectation in sleeping.
I took those fragments, I feel that my heart is not much better than this pile of messy pieces. I am careful to fight them, it seems that they are not paper, but a fragile product. I suddenly Thinking of your computer desktop cherry blossoms, flying fell. Really like today's pile of shredded paper, it is a pileup of a unpleasant mind. Listen to you, say he is good, listen to these letters The twists and turns of people are sour, I feel that I can't explain, I am in the heart of people. But in my heart, I always have a good expectation of "people", believe how people are good. So fragile! I don't believe, would you believe? Maybe you will say the truth, I don't believe it is not you, it seems that he is no longer concerned about your feelings. Think about the little bit of a bit, remember this It must be clear than any time, so you must don't understand, you are not willing, but if you believe this feeling is true, you can't believe that he is love you. Hey, how do you feel a bit wrong, these words? It is a bit pale, in fact, what I want to say is, I hope you have a kind of convinced, you can be a sad feeling, this is lost.
