There is a kind of love called dust, and the music of good products is a feeling that I can't ignore in my heart. But the growth of the pursuit? Is it confused for the future? That is the words that thousands of thousands of people want to talk to the close friend but have not hear. ? That is the germination of tender love, such as the growth pain when the seedlings are pulled? That's time to come today, I will leave my tears. Maybe I can't put this feeling in a particular scenario. But at least you can be sure, from the music of the good, I heard the emotion with my inner heart - a soft taught, I can't bear the emotions of touch, a sincere teacher, I don't dare to see the emotions, once In the face, I can make my heart can't move the emotions and difficult to calm. A kind of thing I want to describe but helpless, and I will only be a feeling of precipitation in my heart................................................................ Good sound: clean, sweet, elegant, quiet, but it contains its unique blazing and desire, you have to listen to it, you can feel the connotation. The song of listening is a quiet mood. Londondice. Remember to do the last winter with him, I learned that he will soon disappear from me, an unexpected sad land, let me feel the first time I love someone. At that time he faint Smile, like a tacit reaction. He recommended a good song to me. Then the memory switched to another picture - in the room without lightning lights, I curled up in the corner of the song, listening to his love song, Completely enveloped in the sadness of music and inner gods, only Walkman power indicator micro-light prompts me to cherish the last day. Time is silent, like a cassette slowly played, no because of his departure Surperse, just in my opinion, the music tastes the music is different. Now I want to come, the music of good music gives me the feelings like his eyebrows often reveal some kind exhaustion and the madness of the sorrow, Like the "final way" on the intersection of the intersection. I put my experience into the music, and I also pinned my memorial. However, I didn't have the courage to have these experiences and these hundreds of millions of music. Music. Looking for a clear return - I don't dare to face them, but also hide them, let's rely on them, like I have already hooked, but I have never been dialed in the distance of his phone number, like the drawer is locked. On the night, I went to the album of the night and sprinkled with tears, like the gentle position of my degenerate swing (sometimes I think, if the composite is lost, if the compound is lost, it is not a Sorrow?), Like I opened the title page and gently gestue (I wrote down in the first page - Gene i love you!) Like I have a long time, but it is difficult to confess. .. There is a kind of love, called dust, such love, must experience the general experience and thinking, even "Shun Qi" is also "never faded" (like the music in my eyes, like him)- Martina
In the morning, I like to put a good music, starting a new day of life, full of hope; when you gradually deep, you like to listen to the goodness of emotions. Good words and songs are slow and taking advantage of emotions. Infecting me, although now, there is still no emotional experience, but it has entered the world of good music, and feel the true, not easy, precious ... I have a little bit of thinking.
