If drunk, I do not want to awake in the dark sky, the time of the river,
flowing rush years, leaving lonely geometry? Thoughts and geometry?When people
have far, only the body like this off, if you can choose, I prefer to sway in
the wave of books on the scent of ink in asleep, at least in the book world
than the hearts and pure hearts and opening up more and more of the worth
attachment.Many people say wrong things to go early to turn over, our life The
stage has already begun the curtain call, a person has long been the silent
pantomime no spectators, several of the season deep footsteps, singing sad
listening to evening dresses the wind, I can only mourn the
way, to recall that one will not go back Strider.Some people go, people ask I
want to see it? Want or do not want, perhaps are no longer important, see if
seen, are how to lose, can not always be looking for, although the face still,
who can who can bring back to a distant patch of sea bloom sunflower in the corner?
How many times to drink, but never drunk, so I will not drink, not as
drunk, why bother forcing me to give more than enough, I still aspiring to what
was said, to now is Chunhua Guo, who is talking about, but each time quickly
around, the lives of wedding
gowns ordinary water, the normal wind years, always made me
think of unstoppable, countless days, those familiar with the screen, but after
too long, it might be all forgotten, but how can forget, so he had to have been
with this in mind.Life is you and me, but it is sad passing.
You can find or make me a happy song, a touch of sadness in the water,
afraid of a touch, but will be broken, but now, I understand that this may be a
mistake, can be wrong and how, the past has been Egypt, I have the old, the
only remaining on the Only you can make a butterfly dream, to dream, Jushui get
flowers and listen to maternity
dresses a crooning singing light, look a Seduction Qingwu, touched the
dark of the night tonight, comfort my heart that a general snow lonely.
Countless people and things, began to have exit, how many pot of flowers,
but also gradually losing color, alone or not, has nothing to do years before,
the whole story of the season, becoming the desolate lights, has nothing to
shock the heart-breaking cold.Occasionally think of or hear a few words,
familiar people cry, Oh, time to rush over many years, I have quickly forgotten
the cry of feeling ridiculous, I still cry in the description of a lonely, sad
years , leaving the memory, it seems that only the endless bitter. Who left, so
premature blurred, the color of cheap
wedding dresses butterfly wings, to the way assertive attitude, and in
countless gloomy night, static guarding the mind can not tell that a segment of
confusion.Golden sun, stroking over dry dreams that hurried passing of the eyes
of many, how can we hear some of the depressed silence in throat singing, the
only heart in thought, ready to fly.