Let the tears of my heart are in pain in a stream

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"You damned gentle, let the tears of my heart are in pain in a stream, just broke up with you later, want to forget are akin to ~ I can no longer even more excuses to hold your hand". The damn gentle opened the bottom of the dust-laden memories. Title page of yellow notepad to write your full name. However Fake Ballon Bleu de Cartier Watches, I do not possess the courage to open. SCAR would dare to touch, sleeping in the corner. Show up in our forehead, leaving traces of a path through the years. Maybe one day when I stand right in front of you, yet you can't remember me. Used coffee I have no agreeable companionship. Long live black and white are considered at purple dream. You say that time forgot. But you don't know and will make people remember. Once emotions have expired, the shelf life of feelings I want to get the right to private. Blank space with a faint light, that is the solution for people thinking of cigarettes. Again long forgotten cigarette lit, filled with the smell of nicotine. Just want to get it all of a sudden, an attachment for the tired heart. "Our love will go very far. "You said that. Perhaps I'm mistaken. Make you remember our promise? Who in the past and holding your hand tightly? Brush before he went to face a messy black hair who in a previous life? Who's past and kiss you on the forehead? A cup of strong coffee with sugar why is bitter? In the Madison weallliveinthepast.Wetakeaminutetoknowsomeone.Onehourtolikesomeone, andonedaytolovesomeone, butthewholelifetoforget someone. Each of us will be living in the past, people would take a minute to know someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, finally, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Love is not always fair, does not need to to pay gains. Instead, some people do not get to pay yourselves. Bitterly cold wind woke up confused thoughts, disturbance of the Maple Leaf Chinese Restaurant with endless thoughts back to reality. The heaviest, but found I still have regrets. The plant Nepenthes seems to have withered, but instead is a mass of weeds. You always want to clear it, only to find themselves and it was so similar. "Choose the one you love, love what you choose. "Seems to be not as simple as we imagine, we are not able to do, always complaining about the latter can't hold on, like a quicksand when you want to hold on, but is lost faster. Whenever a person walking down the street no one knew, looking unfamiliar people, listening to strange things. And suddenly heard a familiar song, hidden for a long time are going to forget memories flooded my mind. I do not mean to talk talk and want to talk, very complex contradiction. Standing under a dim street lamp, lit a familiar smell. Watch rush past a busy pedestrian for their livelihood, and who can understand? Mind numbing, confusing, messy thoughts in the brain. And who saw slightly raised a wry smile on her lips? Search for into the night, but did


not find their own star. Years of erosion of our time, our simple, to bring us a see through the mask, but felt very safe. Time will be amazed to find yourself lost. Want to find myself when I know have got used to it. Friends, if lost one day to find yourself, don't worry! Who do think about the last time you there? "Not used alone, but fearful of two people. This clearly is a pain. People are often the most silent, smile is lonely, "familiar songs, familiar songs, familiar feeling, there was a familiar stranger. Cold, cold room, cold bed of dreams, as well as a frozen hot heart. Miss lights outside the window if there is a cold? Whichever time bears a heavy burden, but the vast sky. If you can format, I think I'm going to do and hate now, though it is customary to own... Quiet room quiet people listened to Jeff's song < sad hobby >. Love is still frozen. Spring temperatures appear to have reached the frozen city of Shenyang http://buywatchestop.com/, I gently put his hand on his mouth looking for warmth, but no way to release the frozen heart. A surge of bitter cold and careless came eye drops of warm liquid that seems to be getting chilly, freezing it? I want to reach out and wipe it off, it has fallen to the ground, broke, and look down to see it falls 708, Walking across campus, also played the song on the radio, I remember I loved >, a couple walked by. There is a hint of envy, and there is a desire, a hint of fear. Envy them to find their own way, desire, fear, "Put your hand in my pocket, so you can leave me a little closer to your heart. Fool. "A recurring word, I remember I thought about it, you just don't understand. Slightly tilt my head seeing the glare of the Sun, but I diddo not feel a little bit of warmth. Flashes a familiar figure, but unfortunately not, head full of memories is, clear and sharp eye. Sometimes I wish I am a fish, free memory of only three second memory. I am not prepared to mediocrity, I would like to bang one life, simple life, a contradiction of the fish. That happy ending is not the reality of the film. However,, we all retain a hint of fantasy. Mystery makes us yearn for. Says screenwriter is the puppet of a life filled with tragedy, can only achieve their dream of a reality in fantasies, planning order, who can arrange our fate. The Director is a film-only beautiful tiny slit. Where is reality the unseen happy? Pocket magnifying glass that thousands in the gray sky, looking for my little delighted to deceive yourself very happy. Away, walking, looking. That happiness does not appear to belong to me, because it stops you. Look carefully it has no shadow, it is not the case. I just hope that there is not any happiness in your happiness. Look fuzzy world, only eyes, seemed fuzzy, Dark night makes a cup of thick, coke iron, lit one familiar with cigarettes. Sitting in front of the glare of the computer still misses white, now seems so sad.


Want to write long dialogue already there, but I don't have the courage to press the send button, scared reply , only quietly watched, looked at the changing state and song. Expect special care about your dynamic open space, I would like to know who takes a special interest in my name. Want to uncover the mask to be used for facing you, gave me only three words: too late. Just wanted to know myself but I lost myself and see only their shadows on the white walls, looks so unreal. I shut down eyes, memories of old silent films like page after page break, no colors, footer also wrote a "Memorial". Coffee is cold, hard, "You have to believe we will like in the fairy tale happy and happiness are outcomes,,,," forgotten corner of familiar but strange songs, trying to find some happy songs or games to drive shouldn't have missed, as if it had occupied in the corner should not belong to you, to the exclusion of those boring chores. Curling up blue smoke a cigarette before puffy eyes, as if more than a glimmer of understanding and comfort. Thinks someone can replace it later that I was wrong, wrong on every level, it appears to be laughing at me, laughing at my innocent, A strange face, a mask of familiar pieces. I saw many people unable to struggle where Gou save gasping, hands to tuck in the corner of the dark curl up in the distance with a broken angel crying plume, remembering that once lost beauty. Mottled red SOS written on the walls. Weary eyes flashing a cloudy liquid, and it also had a romantic paradise. Turn gently licked the heart , Gray was a stray kites flying in the sky, do not know it was abandoned by its owner or is it chose to leave? Fluctuated wind did not know flies to where? See yourself, open hand huge memory, understood only after knowing I've been living in pale memories. To happiness of map Shang incomplete has a, I wants to back head again select bypass it, is found we back not to has Replica Cartier Love Bracelet, I also station in place back head number we through of footprints, you back with I left, and, and, and, and cold of wind and rampant up, irrigation into I only save a points temperature of body, I hands surrounded by sake gets is lost of temperature, wind in inclusion with some sediment blow into I of eyes, I try with with tears put it flooded, but also didn't flow out and was dried has. Then endure and astringent, bear,,,,, trembling hands into dry weeds hair wants to awake, don't have the strength to struggle, just like a drop in a spider web of moths, escape the fate of reincarnation, breathing memories remain weak to avoid Fireworks,,,,, A bow of the shuttle in the busy crowd, looking a foot came by, a burst of laughter seemed to drown out my silence. Gently hold her tightly, like a fragile glass, who also can't afford. Squat down picked up I lost Xia of commitment, see it was so of humble, was a wind blow go has, I wants to to chase, can I has no strength again


lift up decadent of head, on such see with it was wind tore in turbidity of air in the, sunset Xia see it is so of injury, and, and, and, and sometimes feel himself as a actor, deduction of are is God Director of play, can I also in pray God bless I hysteria of love. Days and rain has, Yang head any rain scour with wants to against of lost, sliding into mouth in of water is bitter of, is rain, also is, and, and, and, and cold of rain beat in face Shang let I reminds day of rain Xiang, and, and, and, and open open eyes see Dim of sky, a drops drops rain is so of clear, playing in face Shang is so of pain, and, and, and pain Fletcher heart. Like Andy in the freezing rain of "love on the cliff, who dares to pick" rain can wipe off the face, heart do? Want to ask a question: Do you see is a drop of red rain falling from the sky? A little bit of time just quietly slip through your fingers, gently asking yourself: struggling hearts do you want to rest? Also how long does it take in order to get to their dream? The mirror sees their decadent face. Bushy beards quietly filled the board. Fashion magazine full of dust in front of the desk, I sit in a corner, feeling about is relying on. Gradually develop habits that you say and teach me goodbye. Those memories are very placid, I was immersed in memories, just like touching a delicate piece of silk, very soft, very warm, so I don't want to go. Burst through the door, I walked away, longing for this set, my soul. Like that won't fade of plastic roses, although there is no fragrance, but it does not wither, bright red. Love, like small woman's prose, which makes the tasteless style to make mediocre to extraordinary. However, love is indeed a scarce resource--it is a bad spell, is against the despair of Guangling San and legitimate reasons to love life, so lonely mix found. Love is love, because you can't forget long �C love is a pain. The once beloved, even hiding in the distance, like a stick to crawling insects, gnawing on our peace-without any talk of lovehearts, like a rundown of the season, never missed a full season. No traces of the bird in the sky, but I have had my flight. Not all flowers, all in order to harvest the fruit of the stout; not every love has a perfect ending. Blooms as long as the United States in the process, it's a no regret life. Love it like sunshine everywhere, it dances in the Eiffel Tower, climbing Mount Everest, tour the great wall, it shines on the Nile, Kiss the statue of liberty, it is stored in the book of songs, its shining in ancient Greece, it jumps in the wonderful songs ... ... Love is beautiful, pure, is happiness, is warm, is soft, is missing... ... Who can deny love? Like Van Gogh suffered darkness, he longed for the sunshine, it is burning warm the sunflower, passion all over the world. Missing time is like running water, slip away, but it always makes people nostalgic, once the laughter, though it is already gone, but I cannot conceal the heart


of thoughts, I wish I always limit exchange once with tears of joy. I wish to travel to unease and returned to our happiness at the crossroads. Sun Cover I hurried Trek, sweat blurred his eyes, homecoming was years away, grew day by day mature, no childish yourself over and over, breaking again and again has no regrets. Trials and hardships, star guide your direction for themselves. Just wish to ask where it came from, how rain is born. Bright stars, which in the end that moment past and destiny. Why is there too much rain, too many shadows, no stars, no one knows the answer, only a walk and feel, only to find that love is cruel, true, plain but beautiful? Precipitation in the memories of those things on this rainy day somehow float up, when I look back later, suddenly felt like I was watching a movie has ever seen, but I have never felt light extinction, drunken heart seemed to find the dependent, the kind of complicated mood anesthesia of alcohol, like a pieced together a broken heart. Although it is not complete. Smoke has been with me, like old friends ever seen for a long time, so understanding, so strange. Put song on the radio doesn't disturb love, like the phrase "old greetings, look a little complicated, as well as a friend, polite please don't disturb love. "Screen that constantly beat the mouse constantly remind me to write their own refuse to say that word, then flashing,. Unconsciously the bottom of that missing as floods continued to hit the bottom of the dam. Want to stop it, carefully finding nothing, let him hit, itbe about burst its banks. Head, midnight, midnight dreams destroyed, words have been said, and I do not regret it. That beautiful love still remains for a very long time never passed away. Once the fantasy also recalled, I shook my head and laughed at his childish, found himself slowly changing, but it never changes oath, do you remember? Hate, hate to say they do not guarantee to, ironically their firmest commitment. Then one day I walked past you, you donot know me. I'll walk away, won't bother, won't trouble your own happiness. The oath you don't remember who said, and I'm still in the guardian, until one day I was away, ensure also became a broken line kite, leaving it floating in the sky as the wind away, our vows have disappeared. As is wrong, wrong, just that we love each other, it was amusing encounters, Suddenly remembered the day his white-haired, perhaps not that day, pray, someday to see the relief will still laugh at? Glad I have a piercing love, laugh at his original reality? Watch the second hand on the arm in a subsequent kept walking, it seems that this is its mission.


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