Hang in the walk and stop edge, with the indifferent attitude to comfort his heart turbulence and uneasiness. Through the rubble Filled Road, originally, in order to avoid the gravel was heart throb has forgotten.
A pigment of a warm sun, a bit cold and why? I have never read time of the veil, but still I will follow the direction to look back, even if it is a moment of sun city......
If the love on the night fall, will read the dark color. A wisp, Fanzhuo Qingchou, meager...... In fact, love is not the kind of deep color, but dormant season thing will fear the boundless silence, suddenly, move, heart for the original, day and night with a different rhythm......
When startled fell all over the floor of sadness, let the thoughts of color with the wind spread, Youth Road, partly hidden and partly visible from the distant river, just a warm water is also engraved in the handover had past. The floating clouds, the wind leaf, clear water, high attachment, by both sides clear time limits, natural moat flood barrier with cross dust, the strains of Chu pity grass is still waiting at all?
Scattered little, falling over the sky flashed by overlapping leaves floating down the earth, the moment is the intersection, the same time different feelings to describe the picture is different. I only know that the end of the day the bluebird is long gone, taken over is falling tears, has long been at the end of days without love, then what to keep a piece of heaven and earth? And the heaven and earth, the leaves will fall, float on a rocking is sentimentally attached to the lingering, wind down wind vaguely dialysis between the past and the future of the Qing Huan to warm. A dot at the same time, different color is thick and heavy in colours on a beautiful picture.
Look up at the sky, broken light, shining a little luxury, just some more is true. The more desperate, like a mirage, insubstantial objects, one not careful will be broken montreal. Heart is a humble look, beautiful sky dotted with red but not the heart, when death only feel distant, and looking back, hand early to give up the touch, is anfractuosity is in order not to break the hearts of the humble hope......

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