Blossom, clouds cirrus clouds go, clear cold nights of winter, falls under the tree alone, depressed mood is quiet on this quiet night Oakley Alinghi Fuel Cell Polarized Sunglasses, wandering lanes, thinking of many why?
The spread of thoughts, poems yesterday the original has long been crippled, I have been reading the annotations always wanted to her recovery, but on the shore of the past, I am passing by to see the lonely, beautiful picture, imagine that one day when they staged a false scene.
Dream, silent many times I read a poem of Hsi Mu-jung's "I folded my love," how echoed persistent. Like her phrase:
I revealed my love
I love revealed I
I reveal the love
Like spring wind through the wilderness nothing to fear
Ordered to complete revealed
This is how captivating revealed, completely burning the shallow shelf of the aspirations of starting my story can only be interpretation in the sneer, walking in the burning Tyurin, but also a sense of your tenderness.
How many nights drinking wine, anesthesia with heart locked away, curling the corner of the night hiding in the flip of a page Chu War dash of sorrow, dash heartbroken, intentionally or unintentionally, the wind, scattered memories, a few wondered several times to look back.
Inspections yesterday, a boundless heart love threads dream, printed semi-Que Qing Song, self invisible injury in the siege, because I know the illusory dream final was just a barren love.
At the moment, my pen on paper, painted light alone lightly in the month, that dream without any regrets, relieved, and drinking laughing fake oakleys, Zuiwo the winter night, the original cold.