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beats by dre
late at night ... I did not sleep ... do not want to tell me so and so ...
the ups and downs ... all of my frustrations ...
are buried in the bottom of my heart ...
Tonight ... I do not know their drunk ...
still a bit cold tonight ...
heart a mess ... I do not know write something ... ...
recollection of the past ... there are way too many ups and downs of life,
Sometimes we do not know how he is through the ...
feel life is so short,
open the windows, head-blowing The autumn wind is so cold ...
but ... I do not think my heart is already cold ... cold ...
fall in Shanghai this year to come later ... if at this time was raining,
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was a bit desire, like the feeling of this drizzle, looked up at the sky,
a gray,
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sat at the window, shook his mouth to taste the smoke ring ... slowly, br> In this lonely night,
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Well, maybe, at the moment to enjoy the taste of ...
loneliness sometimes felt lonely is a kind of beauty ... ... ...
at the moment, pain is a comfort. No pain in life is a journey ...
pale bleeding wounds only to prove existence of the real you ... ... ...
In fact,
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forgotten time all alone ... ...
night in this lonely sad that flow does not go well ... ...
may start to bloom ... allows the sad end of the fruit ...
Well,
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In the night off at midnight to listen to the voice of condensate, can not see the whole city look like ...
this season, we only listen to sad music,
sad lonely ghost. We are not lonely lonely heart to write the text,
see some faint pain,
tears when we face together with the haggard tone down the feelings of the time ...
we have not had a shadow ,
However, we have to continue to live, for tomorrow will continue ... ...
network is too virtual reality is too cruel ... ... ...,
but we had to face the reality,
front of us a long long way to go, we still have to go ... ...
at the moment is so quiet ...
listen to the voices ... ... the wind is so sad ... ...
Maybe it is a lonely lonely ... ... ...
the curtain of night, often to make themselves more clearly,
always This time to see the real you,
examine the strange himself,
beats by dr dre, licking wounds that scar ...
a bit tangled
in Hearty laughter
in the real world can be a pure love of God
And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?