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70398 2009 年 09 月 01 日 22:36 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
used to be that kind of noise, but now is so quiet, alone on a piece of the sky, with the passage of time changes, isolated moon, lonely stars, without any light, but can still see that little fluorescence , hear the stars singing on the moon alone, that I'm used to the quiet of the night, let me clearly feel the sadness, touch the bottom of my heart the deepest pain ...
moon overhead, looking at that one silence of the nebula, used to share the loneliness and sadness. Want to learn to forget, but it was always the heart of the slightest slight pain to remind me, memories of the window does not close, how to learn to forget?
still can not put down, those sweet memories, painful dialogue, the encounter of man from God, separation, I could not bear to put down,
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always think they know a lot,
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What makes me so decadent? What makes my heart hurt so? What makes me so let go? That moment of the heart, bit by bit warm,
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smile, a smile is a mask of grief, tears, but it is a portrayal of love . Really the same as the phrase saying: Man can not be good, no sun red flowers, blooming is to wither, is to meet separation? Is love really only be felt inadvertently Jingyi and sweet and sentimental love it?
Tanabata season along with drizzle, light rain pushed open a window when the heart is always a dull pain that road injuries, tears wetting the face with the rain of Participating taste so bitter, sad season, the festival does not belong to me,
prada sneakers, still can not erase the traces of love ... despite the rising share of the spread of his own grief.
out the window, scatter the leaves wet rain, wind,
cheap prada handbags, Yela ... so bleak. Who
who stay in the heart? Who I stay in the heart?
finally understand that our love is just a real dream,
prada sale 2011, dream bustling down three thousand, and the poor but I did not catch anything, only that at first the screen, fixed in that beautiful moment, the moment ... she explains.
(only text dedicated to those who do not belong to Tanabata friends, we are the same)
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