The passing years in the smoke

I like a person in the night Lan quiet night, quiet smoking, puffing, watching a white smoke, worry also with the drift, can think a lot of worry, can also think of nothing, let the quiet memories flooding.

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Late at night, lit a cigarette, watching it quietly burning, watching it with their own life sacrifice my loneliness, my heart like a blue rose, flickering cigarette butts, reflecting the pride and humility of belonging to me, and I just hide behind the smoke to see the desolation of prosperity, those desolated eyes, landing into death, completed all my greatness and smallness, when the smoke dissipates, you can smile to yourself, and then, when nothing happened.

Time disorder was hysterical, and cigarettes are open in the dark mandala, pull the beauty of the absolutely beautiful, there are people difficult to accept the gorgeous Tao Hui, and a cigarette can not save any fantasy and sprout, cigarettes and loneliness are always standing on the other side of the flower, the so-called smoking is just because of loneliness is always so ethereal, in my eyes smoking is just to sink, sink, that's all.

It is said that people who fall in love with cigarettes are lonely, and if they really smoke just because of loneliness, then a cigarette becomes a victim of loneliness. And it, with fresh name image disappeared, but found that originally just want to send lonely but more lonely. Cigarettes and loneliness are poison, think you can fight poison with poison, in fact, in exchange for the terminally ill, those pieces of such as the sun's scars are eternal sleep into robbery, honor and disgrace like the desolation of the world is just ambiguous smile.

I am not lonely, I am just lonely, is the kind of watching others happy and safe will secretly shed tears of the kind of loneliness, even if you can let yourself meet in the crowd, but in the heart is still empty even an echo are not, more often just habitual smile, those transparent sadness is sinking in the bones, occasionally, when it is a moment of stimulation to stir it, that soul posture is dancing, but also meet the blade.

Smoking people such as water, cool slip through the heart, there are traces of stay, but also will be stubborn attitude disappeared, the beauty of the season flowering, far less than the heart after solidification, when a person smoking, the original crazy mind will sink in the cigarette, calm as never appeared, but the risk is too gorgeous, I will stare at the mirror, holding cigarettes, tears, I am the devil in the mirror, and I am not God outside the mirror.

The smoke carries loneliness and loneliness, watching the lonely thoughts that come out of my mouth float in front of me for a long time and refuse to leave. The quiet and stuffy air is filled with the sadness of my life. I will shut myself in the castle I created for myself. Quiet breathing. I inserted out cigarette butts, in the point on a, I found I have been repeating, are made of rust mind memories, could have been calm, but accidentally hurt themselves.

Some people like to smoke, while others are trying to smoke, maturity and crying is the most direct expression of an experience, one is through. Those mature people hiding in the sun leisurely smoking cigarettes, people will guess that he numb behind the expression must have a lot of stories, those stories such as knife across his heart, across the scar. The cool person just wants to get himself into a certain state, thinking that he can live according to a certain behavior pattern.

However, everything was so pale. It's time to let go, it's time to sleep, it's time to despair, it's time to smile, it's time to cry, all these are staged in struggle, cigarettes are just spiritual sustenance that people rely on, it can be very quiet to listen to people tell, it can see the helplessness behind a man's brilliance.

In fact, I am very strong, do not need anyone's pity. In fact, I also hide in the corner to see flowers fall, I just want to try to let cigarettes tell themselves that I can smile Wan flower. We can fall in love with a lot of things can not love, but do not fall in love with cigarettes, it will make people deeply unable to extricate themselves, even if they can be crazy to debauchery, but a cigarette can not write the answer to happiness, when cigarettes become our lonely victims, stubborn we may only cry in love liquid, smile in the crowd, all experienced not yet have time to experience will be injected into reincarnation, those hidden sadness is infinite amplification, there is a peerless beauty.

Some people say that people who have been injured have a special fascination with cigarettes, wrong, smoking is only a need, smoking is only a state, it can be divorced from reality, quietly let people relax. Some of the past is not let go of cigarettes, and some stories are also unclear in the mess. Those who love cigarettes must love themselves the most, while those who smoke are the ones who don't understand themselves the most.

I just will be in the dead of night when quiet smoking, standing on the balcony, looking at the lonely road shadow under the thin lights, looking at the lonely figure on the street. All of a sudden, I felt that I could have so much, but I couldn't have happiness. Any worries volatile in the smoke, I stood at the window to see the light clouds, then I understand, I love smoking, just because I am a story of people.

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