If you start from now, it should be the beginning of a new day. In the lonely night in midnight, quietly memories, I think that she is very happy, I feel very happy. After all, it is so happy that a person feels happiness, and finding that he has become a cumbersome time. You are absolutely not a man, but sometimes there will be a bones when the dark wilderness is. I know that something will inevitably leave you, but I still can't bear to let go; I know that something will never belong to you, but it will still be used for it. The feelings are unable to die, he is always part of the body, perhaps gradually becoming more important in your body, but you can't cut him with you. The kind of painful, is not on the face of a smile every day, and there is no in the happy soul. Only in the quiet night of sleep, I can dream of your departure, when you leave, there is a tear, you have woke up, it's hard to be famous in your heart. When a person is still quiet, maybe I just love my love, a beautiful love that is sad because it is not expected. And you are just the carrier of this love. Never go close, never really understand each other. Let me unable to let go, more is the wonderful process of the free, tentative, and pluck, and finally uncomfortable heart truth. This kind of incitement is illegally moved away from the soul, and it can also be pierced into the soul, and beat together with the heart of the heart. Zhang Xiaoyu said that the soul of the soul means that reliance and coexistence means that promises and pays, meaningful and painful for the other's happiness and pain. I don't know if you have pain, I don't know if you are happy. The distant distance is like a knife, and the life should cut my feelings from the heart. And more terrible is the so-called real excuses, he is incarnation to the cone, and poor a thousand holes. So a lot of delicate things, with blood flowing, there is no. So, I found that life is a little bit of the aura, slowly, hit Wang Xiaobo's prediction: life inevitably moves to vulgar. I will finally like the most ordinary man in this city, slowly get old, slowly in the house, money, and home. The versatile dreams and love of love are also turned into a paper on the street, and there is no trace. Listening to Wang Feng sings "The Orphan of the Beautiful World", the last melody of the wolf in the last song of the song. Listening to his "higher", so I like this man who has rolled in "Baojia Street". I thought about the woman who like Xu Wei. She said: I love Xu Wei, I hope he is happy. Even if he changed his bare middle-aged fat man, even if he no longer wrote a song, how can he be good, as long as he is happy. Yes, I like someone, no matter what he is, how is it, as long as he is happy. Will there be someone like me, even if it is not love. Give me a solid love, not a white rose is not a red rose. If you don't have to go, you will restore it. In her heart, in front of her, laughing, not pretending to be mature vulgar. In this regard, I have no hope. So Nietzsche said that rationality is always the best epitaph of love! Fortunately, this is so quiet!
