The –bbs of the pain

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Count time, in the forum, has been more than three years. I from a clumsy boy, into the fingertips blossom of the Qingcheng. For years I've been incorporating all the flaws into it, watching it grow, get better, or accelerate the aging rot.

Those years, I have the most pure and clear smile, to every article of flowing text, or cry or laugh, Enron read. At that time, I just turn around, I can see a group of arrogant men, with the same kind of vicissitudes of disguise, in a smile under the drama of someone else's comedy.

I think I should be thankful. This journey I tried to love. This path I carefully recorded.

The west wind was cold last night. Someone gently told me, if you worry about the west wind blowing people in the heart, might as well as the East wind Evil. I raised the corners of the mouth, found that there is no courage to smile. Once upon a time, I smiled to the sky, with an innocent fragrance, like a dream. I never know, the original ugly as I, also once so beautiful. In my early years of writing, the record of my splendid bustling singing. Word, are sky lonely. The line of the ebb and fall, will be mildly thin grass life shallow pleasure.

But time fades away, I stand at this moment, but only to sing a song. Sound heartbroken.

That year someone shout if I leave, after the period. In the face of the refusal of fate hidden but who brow of sadness, painted on the plain appearance. Such a common.

Do not read the spring breeze is born slightly cool. My song is boundless, do not sing sad.

Hang a dash of calm smile, I am so quiet. Only to come, and then cruel to die. This is a moth to the flames of farewell, gorgeous and grand opening, but only the end of the miserable talk.

I say this journey parting, by me first. All the way to the west.

Can you hear me ringer for you? In the southwest in the direction of the end, I face a graceful smile, Ji sink, roll into a eulogy, sacrifice to the impending death. I love this side of the world, this time my refusal, is you do not see through the tenacity of my unchanging sadness in the metamorphosis, such as butterflies, take off the shackles of the pupa, will soar. Looking back at that moment, I watched you fall into the world of flying smoke, melted the poison can not be rescued.

This to the end of the years dream, will eventually drown all the past. Three steps back, but the heart was lost. Do you believe in such words? He or she, without a sigh, is not for me. After all, in the years of sustenance, waiting for reincarnation of the space, you linger in the footsteps of Ben Qiao, printing and dyeing of how many people's tears. And you know the end of desolation, still refused to stop the pace.

The elegy sings lightly, already is a stranger.

Even if the heart like a knife, in the end a journey dependent.

Can there be no complaint? I will be the most beautiful time in youth delivered to you, will ridicule in your confidant, a journey of the wind a walk of rain, sunny, gloomy melancholy. You are my virgin on the cinnabar mark, destined to grow in my moment of solemn peeling.

Too late to regret the rush of gains and losses.

Childish face, simple brow. She will be infatuated with the Brahma song, she carved love into a broken. You were all she had. Inclusive of all good and incomplete, fill in the Pale of years, darning the emptiness of life. She exhausted to love, in the temperature is about to dissipate for a moment, thought to seize the source of spring. It's a piece of misunderstanding. And the tears of the 悲咽, macabre.

In three years, a day dissipates. I sat in front of the computer all night. The boundless light of the oil you will understand? My hysteria is a smooth farewell, in the conflict between cruelty and tolerance, ten fingers slender, knocking on the night window of loneliness. Tears is a period of painting on the end of mourning, circle flying, fell a little starlight.

And the sadness of youth, is not the fall of redemption. In addition to wandering around the sadness, what other memories can be pure and beautiful to collect?

That year I am not beautiful, and lightly palm to see your bustling. At the moment I am the same as ever, and relaxed and thought of the end of time. Do not have to go against the farewell, you stand here gradually sink, looking at my departure, is a no one to sing the pantomime, which the true meaning, only two hearts know.

After my sadness and melancholy there is no place, after all, became suspended in mid-air swing. It is the color of the magnificent, beautiful your eyes, the illusion of my heart, to where. There's nothing you can do. As if I were chanting the words of the spell, the pale of old age.

Flowers bloom, also thanks. This time I said I love you. Then turn around, let the prosperous ending. Our smiles and cries end here. Fleeting, years without a code. Eventually the dusty farewell, walking, no return. I will be fixed in my eyes, with condolences you give me all the safe and virtual reality, falling Wei in the curtain of gongs sound, from time to time their respective, Tianya song. Yin a break word, no longer meet.