Tanabata in the morn ...

Years made little, how much water I have gone with a disc of the face. At this moment, so plain, out of the skylight, busy streets, and my commerce, this moment, I am with the psyche and disco. It is a Yingxiongmolu Dance, Dance it is youth and lonely. And this moment of time in the fingers flow away,GHD Red Butterfly 2011, because whom the eclipse of the beautiful,GHD Green Butterfly 2011, merely too the sad memories as whom?

Rain is still not predictable,GHD, wet heart that one has deserted the sea. In fact, you know not. This day, the days of brown withered grass growing, I will put a dust-laden melody, old entities will be yesterday's Red Dust, sing attach, for you, I do not have to hide.

perhaps, precipitated the heart of the past, only a romance of archaic times. Can not distinguish among a bleeding wound is always cornering, for whom the red, for whom the flow, but also for whom and solidification, who would some day in this will impair every other's eyes everywhere creating bruise, for of who and who's heart cold?

And I'm aboard such a daytime,GHD Rare Straighteners, voicelessly sitting at the computer, write down in words the emotions of the moment. I memorize a friend said,GHD NZ, my words ambition always behalf a bit of sadness, so light,GHD Leopard Grain, so light, Ruoyouruowu, such as those helpless life memoranda, gently, in the meteoric time in the bound.

Yes, always calm in the infinite others, I chose to fly mind that crushing thoughts. It is a normal flood of a resigned weep essence of life. Ching Ying

favor this tin have a few? Lu Li Zhong Xiao whom the wind. The poem reveals a touch of grief, always in my days of precipitation quondam towering out of the mow via the years, a blunt pain in the heart, blood. All of this, you know not.

years flow out while the heartache namely yet nailed grid? And alone it ... ...


lonely, you know!

Suddenly, blurted out a sigh, and you will for me right immediately full of sorrow Morishita?

remember I said to you, my words will not be lightly addressed to 1 person. When I determined to write a person's time, that she has filled my heart, her shadow, when I write jump in front of the screen, and then into the fingers of a trace of friendship, dissolve my words. She smiled, a tree, flowers, and she cried, suddenly Leila. Pathetic Lvbin

old amphitheatre, when the legend Yi Chuitiao. What you have combed through my mind? Camel is a abandon it? Or is South of the swallows? Only the dark for long time!

eachother can only convert a smart imagine;'ll stay fair a wishful considering of the pain. Shaohua gone, youth is not namely we are not in a imagine.

I hope! Knock with your fingers apt my microcomputer, detect a person in love, get marital, went apt the age!

Since then, not so lonely!