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Simple, the original can also is this finger time, quiet quiet, a sad melody of single cycle, just, I shut the gate, a binocular, reading the story of othersManaged Security.

Zhang Xiaoxian said, with a kind of taste, is not easy to change. But like silence, is the love of his soul, lonely but don't love story, quiet but not lonely. When the sun is projected into the eyes, the flying of the ups and downs, draw a circle, quiet in the afternoon, I saw the sun warm color, junichi. In fact, I am also a ray of the setting sun shining, once, but a wrong place nuskin hk.

Too far, too far. Recall the past too far, too, had to learn to walk out of sad, but like the taste of life in silence. Mobile phone, very few have rings, has not stopped over a long time, is thrown at random on a bed in the corner of the disgraceful, consumption, still too lazy to recharge, even online recharge. Every few days to run a mobile phone to check email, security room, into a completely useless. When leisure, still quiet stand in the sun, watching close to sunset in a daze, no one will bother you, heart, also can walk for a long time, come back againwomen clothing online.

I heard, Baiyun lost a seed, white particles, no light without China, the time was hidden inside, just cut open, quiet will flow out. Once folding wings of dream, has forgotten the flying pain, a blank page, still waiting for the pen to fill in.

Love dreaming of age, but accidentally injected. Others playing music, I was catching Baiyun sad whereabouts, a lens, frame into eternal scenery. Walking trails, only when the tree is a tree, a flower is a flower, the fleeting time story, resplendent past. An ordinary day, some ordinary life, indifferent to life, not once.

Sometimes, sorrow is just a habit. Open the document, read a verse, immersed in the sad atmosphere is sentimental. Who's to say, the sad person not to see the sun, only in the dark wandering thoughts? Every day, I will open our arms to embrace the sun warm, kiss, I just too quiet, only to let others see apathy, read sad. The day is like this, without carving, is himself, and that the true, only oneself know.

Have questioned myself many times, still no answer, if can end up wandering, choose a place to live, what would choose where to. The world, the wind, the rain stayed, white clouds drift in place, there is no one to take home, wandering adventitious heart. Has clear sky, Lu also gradually clear, you are not in the plan. Because, I choose to travel alone, a person, read all the scenery, and then written into the life intravenous drip.

No one remember the years, more beautiful than the account. Pen and paper on time, and the shadow of life, in the beautiful words, jumping in the life. The process of landscape, you in the back, I in the forward, the staggered line covered with Equinox flower enchanting, the landscape is not met, the memory also returned to the fleeting time, good and beauty, but was once.

When you read the story, I think that read, in fact, you just read my shadow. Crime time, steal too much, I am quiet looking at the page, projection, the sun, ninety degrees of some light, sad taste.