Tired of the voyage ,
Crystal light base, who can memorize apt while the road , the bus of life ,
lace wig, each stop , there ambition be some people above the practice , there are always some human off. Everyone has their own beginning and ending points . I am in the end, namely a quite remote very remote station , so the motorcar, I was the only one site lonely, hauling a massive suitcase. Picking up trash along the roadsides of the antique man inquired me:
walked, my journey miraculously arise to you. You take my hand, and said to take me away , to keep on going keep going ,
Led light base, so I mistakenly thought , this is happiness. However, when we're going to reach the destination , you have disconnected the clutch of my hand, then , your face is gradually blurred, further away ..., yet I can listen you say , you say : Under the road, you must keep going ... a man who hiked ....... But the memories you gave is also sharp, it whistled in the air , like a sword piercing my heart , the ache that we can not exhale and ambitioned to release the baggage and hand, sleeping on the ground 's dress , sleep on this ... ...
year has passed , people have changed , but also that bus , that site, but not in the old man , and think almost it, from start to finish , cared approximately me, understand asked me , but too Is that it never met the old man ......
I fell in adore on this tumble , probably ,
Glass blank block, is find a course out it.
insensitive, with a slow year old sitting on the bus , anything go away !
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