Blocking love line
I thought I could no longer have a wind. There is no longer a day in the sky. When the sky is no longer rain, but only the snow, the kind of pure snow, holy snow; heart begins to beat .. ....
Not a very cold. Can't give the snow, you can't care for the love, the beautiful care, the beautiful thing is instant, because it is June.
It has passed the passion for many years. It has passed .... Only a drop of crystal water drops, flashing endless light ...
Carefully hip from this crystal, just like a wife, but it quietly escaped from your hand ...
Looking around, in the case of the surname where the virtual yarn, the surname has been ranked in Australia and is there? ....
Unfortunately, there is no, quiet quiet ... I can't breathe ... I want to cry ... I want to call ... but the calm environment is surrounded ........
The heart began to drip blood ... it is crying ... but has no feelings ..... broken heart has been broken ...
He looked back to countless crystal light flashed ... but he was slowly dim, so that they were all the same ...
Will look at them to leave .... Finally ... I realized ... In fact, they are not my world ...
When I once again closed my heart again ... Turning into the unknown tomorrow ... After the dust is ash ....
There is also an unlimited sunset .... Flashing cold ice. It seems to tell Yesterday's brilliant
---------------------------------- said: Many times I don't like to miss the past. But in love Once again, the pain and sadness are always coming. Once again, my heart is finally letting me understand. They don't belong to my world. Just in the long river of my life, they hurried passed away. Come, go. Just This is all. As I came here. Come here, I will have to leave. Just bus station, the destination is not here. At the time, I decided to go to the future. Not only for now, the past. I am not a People who like to drag the hose, just leave. I will leave it. I will leave it thoroughly. I don't equal my farewell. Say I can quietly steraw this at a certain day. And you may never come back, you can only Tang it as a memory of the soul. Be a rare beautiful landscape in life. I am not a person who likes to talk. There are many friends here. I rarely have a formal chat. Then gentle sorrow is like water. I believe that the time of time can not rush to each other's friendship. Sometimes I often think, why have I always caught my love? In fact, the origin, the edge is not coming. I finally understood the friends who said to what I said. Thoughts. I finally understood that I am just a hurry, I am looking for my own end. Sometimes when you decide to open your heart. It is not what you think from you. Or you can't make it tightly Live. Maybe I belong to the latter. Sometimes when you decide to block your mind. There is countless phantom on your side. But it is never what you expect. The day is the same day. -------------------------------
