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Category: music
The footsteps always somewhat anxious.go. Even moths into a flamelike pain, want to exchange for a little while depending on it. On this sad afternoon, you can not see my language behind the expression, but my heart at that moment colic.life of a doom, hide all become obvious. Tears from her eyes out, and from my palm across, knowing that
Would be bruised, but still no fear of pain, more like leaning your shoulder listening to love songs. In this sad in May, out of the window, switchgrass wind gently rolling drag, songs where the people all of the thoughts are expressed over, let me listen to love songs tears, does it want a person really guilty? To a person’s
Tears with the sad song silent flowing. Wanted to write something, do not know what to write? Heart Limo Ming’s like a person, like a person’s taste is what? Heart sour, empty, faint pain. Has always been fond of men and women are emotionally the river tour, has been reluctant involvement, afraid of hurting themselves too deep for fear of
Their own one to chicken feathers, want to be a far from the emotional woman, indifferently watching scarred men and women. In fact, some Laughing at our selves Satire, as a woman, which women can Xinruzhishui? Who does not want to have a shoulder for you practical Kaokao? dispersed. I know I met him, the tears more, heart somber. Used
To like a person is how much grief, how much pain and are willing to endure in silence. In this early summer afternoon, the weather some hot air with the slightest sad, listening to a song called "multi want you cling to the" songs, mood music, the melody in ups and downs, my thoughts in distress and struggling struggling, chasing
Date of written text only record, since it is still no deletion. Is a road mark, come and go, if things continue. Writing, the time to settle, the sound stretching. Paper of the season is another round of no wind, no waves of circumstances. At this point, is the dusk grew together after midnight, and heard the door of the
Sound, but also heard the walk steps. Out the window, lights gradually close, and distant mountains, gradually near. Ink marks off is that The river is still lingering in my mind the same river bar, in the sea repeatedly call in day and night. Days of Weimang, text between the fly, in this moment take off together, only the distant
Sea, vast as screen. An entire afternoon, I sit at a computer, I do not know what to do? Grief attacks from my heart empty, listening to music, like in music stretch their feelings. Recently I do not know how, and tears particularly large, a music on the sad, as if each song can hit my heart, not help the
River. People can not step twice into the same river. This is the truth, is to reveal the time, and life flow of strong evidence. However, we are always in the eternal and joy, a doomed and uncertain hovering between, it seems, gone is today. You are still that of a river deep dip. If enough loyal … … the
Time is can you dock the, and islands, and the island’s lighthouse, like becoming a permanent standing, an obsession. Writing, the heart far away if the winter night a traveler … … He has the passing perhaps you at this time is the story. Listen to inner voice, and faithfully records, just write, do not want to go beyond what.
General heard that the most difficult defeat of the self, these words make sense. However, we must be their enemy? This life, we are not all in order and life, and you have already achieved the greatest degree of reconciliation and the effort?Speaking of doing, maybe it was another self, and real. I do not taboo to repeat, since the
Huge and incomplete screen, in the breeze in the banners fly, the kind of flutter Lala fly voice still ear. Light intensity is different from different angles, which reflects the recent spot is also very different. Sometimes a chunk of telling a tale of light, very magnanimous appearance, and very flat. Sometimes fiber micro being still a number of changes,
There are scattered and fragmented bubble, but also a section of trance like ripples of shadow, but only slightly to twists and turns about and then smoothly they watch went.wake up when drunk, scattered in the polymer. As the director Abbas said, the large panoramic camera is also a closeup. When we long to wait for a certain individual from
The sky deep came when, despite the mountains vast gray, with rivers and long Overwhelming Overwhelming, but we looked steadily at him, and clouds in the sky water in bottles, is derived from the distant heart . Distance, is the future, also in the past. Or, if you drill deep down, you’re far away, is the mountain, is also a
Vein of fiber microbetween, quietly writing. I think that the nonwriting skills, as in this film, the camera is just a manifestation of the world’s way.from the heart germinal has confused attractive light and shadow. Recall from in the gray skies of blue and dark green of the trees bordering the place, it seems instantaneous rise a piece of old,
Scattered gray scar, but the edge has seriously damaged the screen, slow motion generally, in the thin Dawn of hovering breeze. "Many years" is a constant distance, when I and the "many years" together, the feeling of peace of mind.close stacking, turning a number of years of time on this while away, to clarify when the compound of the child
And then the light, have flashed, slowly builds up slowly diffuse. Finally, the shallow ground hidden into the time lost in the haze. Empty Mirror before the fog were drifting away, seems to find a twisty road home. Staring at the all of Cheng pulls past already Survey clearly. Moment, as if witnessed the fall from the sky in a
Scene after scene, all wrapped in moderate and magnanimous light years, slowly wavering, like a silent a silent film, people with eyes to speak. That a bunch of liberal eyes, through the time of the cloud, still looking at who care about the people, have met moving. 1 a, the dip in the water, memories, harmony and fragrance. Today, I
Thought, this is not just "times, and" in light of, and had quietly filled these years, mostly diurnal, slightly changed, but eyes still.Because light, show off their former figure. As light, have a prosperous and bleak among the subtle distinction. Because of light, even backs also have farreaching implication. Writing, this beam of light is almost static, will not be
Happy and strong, it will not be sad and gloomy, as in the Enron of the scenery and linger. As a group of ethereal long shot, long is it coming from, but also delays in the past, I saw the passage of birds, condensation of clouds. Lens. Writing, the heart has such a lens, see, that is presented in the
So, just stacked on the side bar, at the time of the corner, there was such a serious collection. In other casual journey, lost, or morals. Sound, sometimes a substance, is to grasp the solid. Ease, such as the mystery with ease verdant, no embankment, there is no need to bypass the rapids, quiet like riddle. Sound, with many years
And is not for "many years" and more loudly, or increasingly silent. Still is a and so go to the lead, neither bright nor mute, like a cup, no matter how strong bitter coffee in the sun, is translucent. Light from the old days, but not because of time and cleaned up the loss, remains the current scene. Now think
About it, many fragments are not a another little story, but a total picture in the background that’s specific to the old and simple light with speckled grainy texture, all the fresh colors by time filter out the floating color, showing its thick and full of light and shadow. Although for the character are different, but more solid and durable,
Reading that book, down lost meaning. If the utterly still winter night, you’re the slow return of the traveler, then for you to stay, perhaps just a voice, and in the number of years after the Xuehua fun night, slow voice. Sound. Writing, the bottom of my heart always have a voice, seems to be their own, but different from
The normal of Speed. Seemed slower and more constantly clouded, when the emergency, when the Shu, the total was a saltandcotton line, continued traction with. Whether in the afternoon or evening, immersed in one voice, also entered only their own language. Along the time of the silk thread, sewing.or narration of the texture. The former is a rolling tell, which
Is only a with a. Never assume narrative function, does not have to undertake the interpretation or clarification.Only long, only willful list and telling a tale of capacity. By the way can be to find out, the sound inside and outside of the actual situation through the voice connection, trivial words are no longer a mess. However, not building anything.