How long has it been since you laughed? if I was hot in spring, would your heart be on fire? Awake, then read, like, love! Is the agreement of reincarnation, or a beautiful mistake, the answer, on the road, and line and song, since the harp, do not let Sheng silent!
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Has been unable to calm down for a long time to write a few lines, messy strokes hit the heart marks, with pain, with patience, silent wind over tears of the woman. Some cool, but also deeply in love, into the eyes will bear in mind, with their own remaining body temperature to warm those people. Maybe I don't have much to give, but I've done everything I have, without reservation. Longing for an affectionate dignity, longing for the promise to come true, and I no longer dare to believe the oath, regard behavior as the only standard of love. Sad autumn mood, every fallen leaf will let the eyes dignified, every grass will also make me distracted, like to see birds fly freely, like to see the quiet beauty of flowers, I can hear the sound of flowers. Perhaps it is a person from the beginning to the end, the loneliness of the soul swallowed up the years, just like the end must fall, just like the fragrance of tea has not been heard.
Do not want to write sad words, but the tip of the pen so carelessly overflowed the broken mind, if a frame of wind accidentally blew tenderness, I will spread out palms, with my last heat so that it can survive, grow the warmth and lingering spring, just like pear flowers always with rain, but also proud to face the wind without losing stubborn charm. Life has several ups and downs, lost to have tossed and turned, can remember how much, if I am the woman you dream about, then please hold me tight do not let the wind blow away my soul, there is no trace to be found. The floating soul is eager to take root, but after indulging in the swamp for too long, the swamp has sunk deeper and deeper, and it is separated from the reality. I do not know how much strength it will take to re-enter the world of mortals. The dream-like woman, in fact, is already in the world of mortals, detached from the empty door, love on a word, destroyed my true body, if come again, purgatory-like Nirvana, at what price to redeem the captured soul! I do not want much, a lifetime of a pair of people, never give up the wind and rain side by side through the twilight of every point. If happiness is coming, please open the door!
You are the queen in the virtual world and Cinderella in the real world. My spiritual world and real life are addicted to cleanliness, free from any dust and imperfections, as mean and severe as my demands on myself. Floating life do not mess, hate some boring people and things break into the bottom of my heart, have nothing to do with each other. This is not only a sign of apathy and coolness, but also a means of self-protection. There are three thousand passers-by in life, and only those friends who put themselves in their hearts are remembered. Have learned to only care about their own people, others can ignore. Some turn around is reincarnation, those who are willing to let go are not worth cherishing. Worry about self-pain, if I take you to heart, you should also know that anytime, anywhere you give the pain, I can not resist, without the slightest defense. Do not let my outstretched hand hang in mid-air, strong is often a fragile fortress, the last hidden window, the wind blowing gently, "bang" sound, the soul will be shot.
Like the quiet night to tell the truth a little bit, but also afraid of noisy night loneliness, pain flying in the fingertips, just like a butterfly can not stop the season bleak residence, there is no way out. Day and night with me has become an aimless journey, do not want to see the uncertainty of the changes of the world, if you can just want to silently become a tree, no matter how the wind and rain bully, do not cry, your world is a lonely country, refused to pay to refuse the horror of suffering. If the fallen flowers still have tears, it is also living evidence, falling leaves floating with the wind, I can not grasp the corner of a cloud, decided to dormant, the end of April, leaving a thin and cool repertoire. Fireworks are easy to get cold, and things change. What has never changed is that you can't get out of prison by drawing a circle on the ground. If you live, let dignity become the mask of Facebook. If you live, let yourself enjoy the king's loneliness alone. Isn't it a different kind of happiness?
How much suffering, how many words dyed with tears dance, love word how to understand, the Buddha said "enlightenment"! Tell me if you can go back to reincarnation if you are giving a lecture under the banyan tree, then I will make a tree and listen to it and give up my life. If the flowers bloom only for a moment, how can you make me cry? if you can have it in your dream, how can there be a red candle in tears? If I look up, I don't want to see how blue the sky is, I don't want the tears to flow into my mouth too hard, so I let the pain fall into the dust along the corners of my eyes.
Not all the bitterness can be said, just like I cry silently at night. There are tears in the stamens of the flower, the weak experience is dusk, and the leaves bid farewell to the lonely tree one by one, like a rush. Do not know, who poisoned, flying snow in April, with helplessness, you give me waiting is a burden. The pointer of the years is also stained with loneliness, if I can't plant love tricks in your dreams, then I admit defeat. If happiness knocks on the door, remember to say: one, two, three! The lintel of the moonlight will have the scent of flowers floating out, and the two shadows are superimposed, which is an immortal red candle!
Words: sunny light
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