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2130202 2009 年 09 月 04 日 15:38 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
There are some things we know are wrong, they can go to insist,
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some people, we know that love is also going to give up, because no end;
Sometimes, we You know that no road, still the front line, as used to it.
end also ended, memories of the past, but there are too many fit:
some people destined to become memories, some things we can not to retain, any of it so that nothing of the ... ...
I was an actor in someone else's story,
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even how serious and how invested, the results are just heartbreaking.
I am a clown, wearing a mask of hypocrisy every day and danced the dance of immature,
after other people's laughter, I see a mirror goes on their own do not know face.
childhood, I always naive to think that people do not grow up, and always live in the childhood memories, the thought that planes paper planes can take us into the future.
glass marbles in a transparent, I saw the whole world clean, and I do not see a pair of weeping eyes.
some people, always in his memory slowly fades like a flower, we only remember some things about, but it is always unforgettable.
not I not strong, but I'm afraid I forgot my pain. ,
That do not remember by whom the injury, walk through two lines of tears, and have no energy left moaning.
once before, after the next, who is who's who? My lost love and childhood never be brought back here.
thought the sky would not hurt, but when the sky is crying the moment,
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dandelion fly but my heart, but they can fly the fleeting those overtaken by events, slipped between the fingers, can no longer pick up the ... ...
the children running in the rain, now grown up, he Institute pen to record their sorrow, but not accidentally cut through the white paper.
In fact, most love and cherish all my memories, but I do not know love \
myopia if people will love, then, who gave me the glasses with a look at it it?
was sincere, who have been painting a \
love there is no shortcut, some people think they found a beautiful way, but do not know where it leads call sad ... ...
If happiness is too high and let us out of reach, Then I stood on the bench will lift a hand to touch with a little of its contours.
I know I grew up, those deep and shallow wounds, and I was the only one to take,
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film was successful, but I forget myself Since when do not know how to cry.
I was a puppet under the control of others performing their own unknown.
If I could re-live once, and I do not expect God to give me a very happy life, and hope God gives me the right to cry.
standing on the roof, looking at the sky and shouted my lost love.
was carrying a small bag, humming all the way to school a small child, just like adults, can now do what he wanted, but lost the naive heart.
some people and we face to face,
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some back to back and we, we all got to do not want to have a magnificent turn.
miss the life that should be people who love to cherish.
no one is wrong, there is no right or wrong, it is only willing. Repeat youth
sad, sad cycle is another youth.
memories,
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You said: Yes, and I walked hand in hand with a day old. Today, it is the funniest joke.
if I would have such a lonely life, I will not go to far-fetched who and who, just leave your name as my lips the most beautiful music.
not my sad piano playing, but it's every note pain in my heart jump, Teng Teng land.
I was a fool, so spray splash in the trousers, but also wet a love of your heart, but those you love, you can not see, never see.
diary I wrote, are crying tears, the clock will not stop, the more my heart will pull further away.
those people, those things. Perhaps not so injury does not hurt, but I can not forget the smiling faces of that time, sweetly.
love, that person's mind is occupied in the most soft corner, let him think of you first.
on the past, and also about love.
I was tired, want to take a sleep, you can not wake up, you can forget it from this injury, forget those people, those things ... ...
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