Goodbye, old time
Before you know it, the steps of years came quietly end. Looking back over the past year, since the time we set foot on the annual rings of start, to now removed the old hubbub, much colorful, how much bonus, the way of so many come deck j.
When left, the time of reflection fragrance; Right bank alone, is full of the sad fragrance. I stood in the end of the end of the season, with the pathway to the once ahead in the direction, between trance, there seems to be a broken heart what general, twisted love of lingering, blurred in the desert in the world.
Always like to indulge in his story, late at night in the hidden text behind, a past the wind, smile to sigh light FangHua dance together in a myriad of thoughts, until the noise silence, again invite a party the wind love for the tip, a sprinkle all unreal experience, will recall the moment of stranded on a pause, alone keep this romantic tender feelings.
I know, life there are always can not give up in the complex, it will stay with me across the dream and the reality of distance, to listen to the voice of the world, to touch the bottom of the most sacred soft.
Although, a lot about once memory of fuzzy, even forgotten, but, missing steps but never ceased. Those of the past and loss, as if the internal floating in the smoke boasts sort, the permeated the whole face of the time, and finally into bits and pieces of old legends.
Perhaps, it is because these meet too beautiful, so removed memory will such dream, as the brilliant, run run around, in the wind, in the dream, dust into mud experience as YuQingXiang only.
To last nearly, ShouMei already remnants. That gradually die years is such a quiet, as if in addition to every bit of memory, and there is no other.
Often ask yourself, whether, only memories can affect the heart at? If so, why am I so afraid of the heartstrings of moving tune? If not, why in addition to recall that left the most primitive beyond black and white? Memory of the past is too thick, or by the traces of that too.
Between the proverb, the night is coming, and about yesterday’s dazzle can have shattered quietly for my’s dust, those of the past colour, again back to heart, into a airing the bud, caught in between pages and years with sleep.
A: life is so sad stray? Only can borrow write down words blame sentence words delusion, into the sky and day after day after day, in the wind the bulky heart most deep place, ChengYan splash-ink, caricatured as a tree and a tree blossom, drink the wind and song, fiddling with heart.
Flow young knock at, freezing time had no zong, in the heart of small drunk everywhere escape, imagine his blooming, how, in the snow and ice days, and my old old meet in person.
The wind Yang ji ji, blow into the sky, rolled up MeiDuo sky, organized by dewan perhimpunan tiong hua terengganu into the valve valve twists strip, QiQi into pieces, but can still waiting, the next season of the beautiful spring scenery. But we couldn’t look back, one of the world, like the plant an autumn, there is no return.
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