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Meet, acquaintance, talks, acacia, know each other, relative ...
Are all the startings like this? What about all the endings?
I hope there is a beautiful opening, how much I hope every simple, smooth night is very deep, very long, as if I will never go. In this way, I will go in and go in, go, when all the plots are finished, it is the ending.
There are many people you think of happiness in the world, not necessarily happiness; many people you think that unfortunate people are not unfortunate.
Why do you have any exact ending? For the past, how many sorrowful stories, So Fang Bai, is because they never have any endings. Or, that is the perfect ending.
Break up is also beautiful
Key night, the wind is still, the month is still. A year story draws in the spring. That day, the night was bleak.
I can't help yourself, "I will never forget it." I want to say to you "the cherish."
I am still young, there is still a long way to go. Tonight, I am chic. It turns out that breakup is also a beautiful.
This night, the moonlight sleepless.
Perhaps, I have had a good time, have a sincere innociety. Open your beloved diary, put your love, always collect.
From now on, you don't have to deliberately dress yourself, you don't have to be anxious and restless, you don't have to suffer from time to time. It will not be happy, and it will not be sad. But do you know? I will always collect the gacker ...
From now on, you can completely bury the book, learn to stay in the wooden chicken, let the brain have no marginal tide, but the palpitations are blank, there is no blood. Le, why do you want? Which is a role?
Although, less than a good morning, I went to the beauty, but I was not free to be happy. Although I faced this freedom (but I didn't know what it was, even if the megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload megadownload. The scene is unrestful, and the night bird is hit to me, put into my warm forest.
Tonight, the moon is lacking, a non-uniform moon diarrhea is on the way we have walked.
I have to start a new life at this end. The end of the past is so difficult, but I have to, it seems that I force you to make a choice, it seems that you have no choice, it seems that we have made a choice without choice, even though I think, I don't have to.
Today, I saw that the sun was round, and the landing was bright ....
The wind is up, the skirt is lightly, like you, my love, my feelings, your thoughts. So, I remembered the rainy season of the small flue umbrella, remembering the scenery we used to hold together.
how about you? When is the muddy path? Do you miss the aroma as yesterday?
Break up makes me understand ingred, although I used to be sweet, I used to stare with my heart, who once thought that we really broke up today, it is so quiet, not only, I appreciate that we can so peace (then At the time of the mood of the time, it was sprinkled (it's true fake).
Will n't forget, the breakup, in the night, under the light, I said to you "You will go first, I look at you", after the same words are resolutely negated, you will no longer say what, a few steps Outside, Mu Ruwei, but also. I put my hands and give you to leave, and feel the steps away from you. I don't know how my heart is trembled. Everything in your mind is nothing. I found this time I found that I really appreciate a landscape. This is an accidental discovery, I am confident that the scenery is only exclusive. I didn't have the protagonist in the scenery. I only returned my gaze. Step by step back to my world, collect, pick up your gentle and smile, in my heart for you. You still want to say, it seems that there is still nothing, I didn't let you talk, I understand your heart, because "the same is the end of the world", but in my heart, I am still talking "even if I break up, I will also remember you ", you gave me the first time, gave me a pure, a beautiful, and a holy, gave me the first time I can't remove it on the way of life. Any Another thing is also unable to replace the initial feeling; even though, the first time is often a concern, a discovery, a try, a simple heart, a whole body's investment, a sowing, one, one For unfamiliar fresh; despite, for life, the first is that I can't find it, but I am still looking for (like you), I hope to find the first mood, I know, this is futile.
In the face of everything today, I am surprised my nature and calm.
On me, I'm gathering in two, and my melody is the same, the truth is true and sincere. Therefore, even if I don't say a treasure, don't say goodbye, don't waving, I have been holding your hand, don't kiss, you will not kiss the sweet cheeks and red lips, you will also lead God, because you hear my heart Citizen.
To say that my heart has not brushed a desolation and stinging, it is a lie. But I know, once I hysterically, I will break this only the scenery that I have exclusive, and I will still be sad, because I can't call you from the only sorrow and first time, and More desolate and stinging, then I am no longer me, you are no longer you.
Since I really need to break up, why bother to hesitate for a moment. I am masturbating.
The gathering needs to be successful, and it also needs to be complete. I don't care about tears and blood in my heart.
Beautiful stories are not necessarily a good ending to compensate. That is a beautiful scenery, it is a beautiful memory.
The flower is full of flowers, if there is no regret, how is it? If you have no helplessness, how do you know how to cherish!
I have spared no longer pursuing a long time, and I have to retain the result, but I don't know how old is old, but I don't know if I have already had a beautiful, I don't have to force what results, although I often say this.
I tell yourself that many things in this world have no eternal, many things have no results, and beautiful is beautiful, why bould n't be a pound of kg more than time, and why, how to go, seek for factoring.
So, will not regret it again, will not regret again; so, the past has become a memories; what is there will not help but help today. It will never lose it, and may never belong to you; so, don't worry for the sky. I am so self-urge, what about you?
At this point, I would rather listen to you say "I have loved me." "Choice is the question of yearning. Choose is the abandonment of some desires" - contradiction.
No, today, I will really be a smile that is satisfied, and I will have a good time to say good luck, and the last candle is burned.
I believe, "When men are smarter, I love a woman; when a woman is foolped, it is falling in love with a man."
I know, the so-called annual class is impossible to realize what I am doing is impossible; I know, my enthusiasm is a self-immolated fire when I am careless; I know, after the warm summer, it is a beautiful pleasure. Old autumn.
Therefore, no longer try to retain you away; no longer fantasize your eyes focus on me; no longer blocked a heart that will not stop wandering. But you should believe that the wandering heart can not be at home, you can't sink in pain or confused, trying to take a hand that will always be more touched. I am telling yourself in my heart, and you.
Your foot tone is in my heart, maybe, maybe, youth is printed in such a landscape. I believe I will work hard to do one!
Thank you again, you make me understand, patience is a tolerance, a silent restraint; patience is an endurance, a silent expectation; patience is a kind of self-made, a consciousness.
You have made me learn to understand the silence, silence is the pride of the wise, is the best branch of the inexplicer.
You have made me learn, don't be easily involved in your beauty, don't be your flag and musicians, don't lose yourself if you have you.
You have made me believe that joy is a light floating, pain is profound, don't resist the pain of rushing.
I don't know, every trauma of the flat heart is also a kind of happiness. I only feel happiness is a kind of emotional, one kind of artistic conception, what do you say?
I don't know if you symbolize the eternal wait, I only feel that you seem to have never left your starting point, always standing with the toughest perseverance and endurance ...
I don't know, my heart, is it a deep well, just firmly put the pain in it, no tears.
I don't know, there is a real life behind the gates, and I only feel that if I add a lock in my life, I will never start, I can't reach. Although this persistence and firm me appreciate, I believe it is an older legend.
Everyone is in the heart of a sea, I hope you really have our own blue sea.
Now, I am in the eyes, listen to the night of the night.
Lunar
Grass in 1995, 3, 12
