The blossoms look forward to

Nowadays it is spring, my heart suddenly produce a kind of hope, also looking forward to warm days, looking forward to bloom, is also looking forward to a trip for said come away... Wherever he is good, I must be willing to dialogue with the mountain and with water, gently a smile. After years, I still love to dream that woman, full of romantic, miss the past, silence and sentimental. A subtropical high and cold for a long time, looks like, like the sky, touch kids online shopping, in the final analysis is afraid of being ignored is forgotten. Sure enough, deliberately alienated did not make my heart very naturally feel peace, instead is a blank, is a kind of nervous. Admit it, I'm afraid so quietly is forget by you... In their spare time, I still can't help open diary before, miss those years I met and pour pay, and then of their innocence. Just the emotion in the aged refreshment, all with the left of the old, after many years, I still here, in a corner alone, quiet QingHuan, but the personnel is not. Followed the old traces, by many people to leave the network, leaving a space. I suddenly, originally in the wilderness of time, I put you lost after all. So quiet, no trace, smoke, dust, and no return. Once so to love a person, like the bone, hate can't give your heart to him, let not the second personal again. Until the bones hurt muscle pain, I see that does not belong to me, just in mess withdraws, the big star in the world of mortals, Ann keep time. Play outside of the world to say, I was a call from so long time. Life for a love, only the

church I love myself. I had like some woman, times have changed, I still remember. That is in the way of guide me into the text Kam Hing Lung, the original lead is a also inhabits the scholars on the building, because she is an article, I ever fall in love with the network text, extremely beautiful. In order to commemorate the meet, my space is called "the west wing" full moon, is using her space. Network, the author in recent years, although seen a lot, but I truly sincerely like little. Wouldst thou not my brilliant or cold ao, the heart and heart pity, is ineffable, is another thing. For some nice people and words, up to now I still can remember, but beauty is beautiful, so short, tend to be a flash in the pan, aftertaste making a person is sigh. Has been living in my heart that looks are beautiful woman, that was a long time, even though she had already left the network, I like to quietly hidden in the bottom of my heart never stop. Perhaps because of her to leave, just make her the beauty of the moment to take root in my heart forever. This place is the most wonderful ending a play? That moment, is eternal. She is also called the moon, I never add her as friend,


but she was so beautiful, makes me countless times standing outside the door. Up to now I still remember her in the network, we are human, however, there are always some unknown sorrow, although look beautiful. Then one day everything in her space disappeared, she left. I have never said a word with her, every time I just silently attention, remember the year before, I looked at the sight of flowers scenery alone, then cannot help future not give the meaning of a word to express, she replied: "the moon, I've always liked you, although we did not really have intersection, I now is very good, don't care for me, I will for you in the distance silently wishes", since then, she closed the space, really lost in the net sea. However, this is only a conversation, let her there quietly in my heart forever. Today, I truly understand, love a person, across the distant mountains and water, is enough. Be afraid of, close to the fear of wrong, far from the across a sad dream, infinite beauty. Over the years, I successfully realized his own doing, also have their own side heaven and earth, this is perched the retreat of the mind. Was also like a crazy people like me, always silent, quietly watching everything to me, when I was helpless, give me a hug, a hand when I am happy to join me in sharing the joy, in silent I still every day to see their footprints, want to say that this feeling, I understand!
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