Four wheel across the plain water of life at the time of the promotion, year after year. Maple moon to fall, when the frost conditioning summer green, boundless Lamu binding with filar silk chill erosion the prosperous years, once again standing on the threshold of the winterTeny Wu.
In this strange and familiar with the city, I still with the surging crowd, ups and downs. With a tramp"s attitude about together for onlooker parting story, watching the scene of debauchery flickering in the dream, watching tuibeihuanzhan exile desireSamsung Galaxy Note 3 Cases.
In an unknown street, an old couple each other, through the last glory, to the endless distance. Through the gradual stretching back, I saw the city"s conscienceAsian college of knowledge management.
Stripping vanity, I wait for encounter here an early winter snow. Buried memories, buried once, leave a look not to the edge of the white, as the first dream. Then I, also can put down the not put, forget not forget. And then go to the two person"s heaven, a person wandering. When the tears falling perhaps is not the so-called sad.
I like to leave, like starting. Or I have already got used to it the homeless, or I have not found that I can stay awhile. I know I"ll leave, or early or late, just that day, maybe I can not bear to leave, just like the little match girl dependence on that last a glimmer of light and heat. Perhaps my tears can not find a back angle, you fell lonely figure.
Maybe, you have to choose to forget me. And I was a scarecrow like clinging to wait, alone with incomplete memory, together with appear wrong once, and then weave a can meet but can not beg dream, obsession, sink, bare. Sunflower is still used in Yang acid head to the original promise, year after year, is the first one thousand years.
My humble stay in your world, not to be your hero, waiting for you next to me this is a kind of happiness. If you leave, I ought not to be sad, because I know my end is not your final destination. We are only a rush the passer life each other, together just is also in brewing another parting, even more reluctant. The good is only Nanke dream, but I can dream of a millennium, has been reluctant to wake up, can"t bear to see you leave.
Count the bits and pieces of the past, if we do not escape, whether there will be a different outcome; if we had not met, maybe I can clear away. Just everything in reality it is self-evident.
I have too many words to say to you, too much the way we should walk through together, and later, I just took photos of wandering in the Cape horizon.
We both want to live in the different, only you will believe, my choice there is too much talk insincerely.
Maybe the middle this shore and the other shore by a fate eventually River, through the dream last night life, after drifting is your own life, Jiang Yin sing, there you sit qingming.
No matter where you are, I have at your place, not inferior, not arrogant, not loud, not loud, not far, not near, does not leave, not abandoned.
When the snow into the sea, whether you will come as promised?
I"m here, make your life is busy, I"m here, wish you a The End of Life.
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