Peach blossoms have a spring red,
Too rushed,
No choice to come to the cold and rain.
Carmine tears,
Look at the drunk,
How to heavy,
Since it is a long-term hate water.
Have a past partner, I didn't know how to go, and I saw the poem that I met, I could call me half a memory. I don't know where you are, can you still have?
The weather here is still a blind eye, forecast to turn the eyes, there is a shower. I don't know if the weather there is still the past, like my memory.
I have planned to leave here, not because the weather is uncertain, but the mood of the mood, it is difficult to find the right reason to stay here again. Previous self-deception, don't want to mention it, not afraid of hurt yourself, but afraid again More than one person is worried about me.
In fact, after the sadness, after crying, I still can't live in peace, although I can't make a strong person, but the worst result I once thought of thousands of times, this ending is only one of them. One, will never be unexpected, because all endings will only have two, one is happiness, one is sad.
I think all the results, take my own five poisons, don't worry, put myself cold and ruthless, put myself in the story of the story, let yourself will never be painful because of failure. It seems to all happened The pain is just acting, and I am just a bystander. Even if it turns too much, it is too investment. Once I'm finished, tears are still wiped and I have to go back to real life to do myself.
I have written a poem every day. Today, I'm copying Li Wei's << 夜 啼 >> --- Peach Blossom a spring red, too hurried ... Yes, good time is always so rushing, spring is far away, just Like my love, I have thank you spring red. I only tell me a few pieces of the feet. Spring has been there, and I have already passed.
I have a tear, but my tears don't know what I am sad at the moment, just as my sore, as my throat, with my endless sadness, I shake my head tell myself, all this is not true. I can't touch it, I can only feel it.
I heard my own cry, and the sadness of Too long, I got a venting. He let me not cry, I don't know if I want to cut my heart with a knife, but I have to laugh. He, I know that he doesn't want to hear my cry, I don't want to increase his guilty, but this time I don't want to endure it, he is clearly a scorpion, why do you have to deceive each other.
Life is really tired, for you to live, I have to live for others, I have even care, and how come to consider how others live, I just want to change a way, this is also difficult? ?
Let the sadness are strength, let me defeat all habits, all terrible habits.
