Říjen 2011

ransit of delicate petals not dark matter a little bit of apoptosis

28. října 2011 v 4:20
Transit of delicate petals not dark matter a little bit of apoptosis, shades quietly Yang Lin lang petals lies in the memories of the mass graves, a quarter of the childhood of gentle careful thought has gone, as if the setting sun in a moment, red coastline, that is gone. The night began to fall, static and silence began to be released from the box with the spirit of preparation in this diffuse night tour wave increased the gloom of night, a little bit took away all the good of all, I think I started to admire those free gliding bird.

Ripple Lake quiet again, past the dust in the wind and rain to settle, once near the poignant memories calm down. Promise of who else to realize, withered roses worn alone, such as evacuation of feelings, cannot withstand wind and rain tests, choose to let go of your hand in Misty Rain, only for retaining the last figure in this cheap Misty Rain, hold this light past feelings.

All settled song ripples of Lake quiet again, past the dust in the wind and rain to settle, once near the poignant memories calm down. Promise of who else to realize, withered roses worn alone, such as evacuation of feelings, cannot withstand wind and rain tests, choose to let go of your hand in Misty Rain of the Cheap Aion Kinah, only for retaining the last figure in this cheap Misty Rain, hold this light past feelings. Everything comes down to The music is over and people are gone..

Beginning to forget you are lonely avatar and linger in the memory of the edge

28. října 2011 v 4:19
Follow floating life gear, I was quietly staring at the other side of serene trails covered with a purple flower, felt dejected because, if memory can be a reality that year when the flowers I'm still so sad. Everything seemed like a dream, in haste, haste is not urgent then look back Cheap Aion Kina, it has gone, life is like a dream, like magic, such as morning fog twilight Chardonnay.

Beginning to forget you are lonely avatar and linger in the memory of the edge, more full of lonely aura. Purple wind chime sorrow irrigation off last autumn's dream, travels through the vast sea, suddenly wanted to find a harbour, pausing a weary heart, only to find that in this journey to contain too many feelings, that prevents you from stopping. Is the way to the wind and rain interprets all the vicissitudes, in between you and the shadows, I found this legacy of only slight sadness.

When you look back, everything is blown apart, memories like the silence in the swamp, a little bit of flooding, as a child, little dreams fly, turn into bubbles. Faded childhood naive romantic, young got the entire youth ignorance, many feelings spread throughout the summer, wind pan with a flood of thoughts floated through germination of dream in this floating yearning of the season, fading away. Have sailed the seven seas hard water, naive of innocent was years washing was white, only left a blank of memories, in rings in visited, all on like broken has line of kite, staggered, bury in world of a angle, time of washing, who also unwilling to then brought that falling of summer, is who first release who of hand, is who shear broken has led by with each other of line, is who in wind in the lost has direction, coming to an end Department, confused had, fear had also wandering had, just in now well-known amah rock of countless a night, I society has strong, society has with tears buried pain, Into our memory foam shades sky, everything we forget.

My happiness

11. října 2011 v 11:01
Miss, story of a long, long time ago, Miss you care about and look foolish idea, thinking of you and I'm happy to cut a short time, thinking maybe some time in the future meet in the most romantic places, and then walked past each other, remember forever.

Drink not the evening breeze, chrysanthemum and thin, one drunk mountain flute residual. Life we only most worried about friends but I cannot doubt worried about true I knew and this worried about supporting me today I knew has been very wayward why grow so tough.

Because, you, because I want to let you see the best of me, and for that I would like to pay efforts.

I wanted to do the best efforts of myself, happy to let you in order to have me as a friend, I would like to do my best to overcome all the difficulties, only to make you appreciate me most proud smile.

Perhaps the more I wanted to upgrade themselves in the crazy Chase, and in the end will not be forgotten you.

Too afraid of losing you, I choose to be strong, but too afraid of losing you, I chose to fall silent.

I fall silent in the face of your passion, because I am not sure your feelings, I don't want to say how deep I get, but I know, that would host too many memories, unwilling to put down the good times, would rather keep these wonderful things make beautiful memories in my life.

This life, I would like to most deeply in the Red dust, alone defends the aesthetic of the time. Fade away is a beautiful coat, true love was wearing, so no results are waiting to be old faces, and not the old is still the most true thoughts.

I know that this speaks for the memory of love, we all pay the most true love, and to that end under tremendous pain, together they die