Lonely Night

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time rush like water gently wrapped around me, every time but want to grab it slipping away, and when I look back, the time So goes silent, and the remaining is only a blank. Life, there are always a lot of passing, whether to leave or come in, and ultimately can not escape the memory of the forgotten, and the rest of the visible traces of it will disappear with the end of memory.
stumble in this way of life is full of color, love, friendships, relationships between the various feelings vividly to the paper from the bottom of my heart, a little bit, like the breeze blowing the traces spread the fragrance of loneliness, is blowing in the everywhere.
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think white, breeze is not sadness. In this silence of the night, color long memory of the story was vague like, only that countless lonely, with me wandering in the course of this youth.
Perhaps many people life is doomed a lot of things can not stay as it slowly, but after the stream-like, whether there are just flows through, never to interpret the memory of the landscape. Feelings is also true, as just passing by, forgotten is the best way to commemorate each other.
back this journey full of youth,Seeking an advertising code, the years of the petals gently brushed her hand and dissipated in the memory of those who took the picture in. Who fell in love with lonely lonely nights, and lonely nights are lonely I was, because like the lonely, the happy elf met so I will then fled in a hurry.
Gently open the script of this youth,uggs for kids on sale, I had played that role, has long been the most pure feelings, the wind left in the period of time passed away, let alone those ubiquitous watering, and then open the one full of sad ethereal flower, with my wandering footsteps.
the face of this loss of life, I can not choose their own destiny, but destiny chose me so, so, day to night, so with a cold needle, embroidered youth ... I had hot ...