As we never forget the day, forgotten by us. . 2. I know I'm not a very good record, but I like to look back more than anyone when the road myself, I only look back, stopped for, then still under the hand of time I rush magnificent. 3. You gave me a tear, I'll see you all oceans 4. If God wanted to destroy a person must first make it crazy. But I crazy for so long Why did God not destroy me. 5. Who carved love behind the chair, will not like the cement on the flowers, out of no wind, the loneliness of the forest 6. In March of this sad and beautiful, I am weak from my youth in the horse over, through the purple Jin, through the cotton, through the sorrows and joys, hidden, at the time and impermanence. 7. You laugh once, I can be happy for several days; can see you cry once, I am sad for several years. 8. Those who have fond memories of the things that we never forget the process, are we forgotten. 9. Lonely people will always remember the heart appear in his life of each person, so I always get enough to think of you in the fall of each star over and over again a few of my lonely night 10. Every time I see day When I do not like to speak again when I spoke I was afraid to look at day 11. I'm counting every day of your smile, but you can not even laugh, when all good lonely. They say your smile, beautiful and unconventional. 12. The warmth of my life for so many, all of which I gave you, but you leave me, how you call me again after 13 other people laugh ... Once there is a smile in my life, but finally If Wuban dissipated, and that smile, to be buried deep in my heart of a raging river, not swimming, that the voice of the river, desperate to be my day and every night singing. 14. Firestone noise and bright, worldly pleasures and happiness as crystal-clear streams, in the wind, in front of me, Mimi and over, as warm as spring water pouring out, I did not expect, I only want you happy, do not sad ... 15 broken wind from the flower fleeting, and your smile shake shake, a decorated my life the most beautiful way to see the sky, the snow, watching the deep shadow of the season. 16 is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music, and then in a casual moment, you will find that things had pains really want to forget so forget .. 17 hiding in a given time, miss some time with the palm; hiding in a given location, also stand to miss a standing antecedents path, let me worry about people .. 18 Take my hand, eyes closed you .. 19 will not get lost if one day we're not together, and want to be like standing on a cliff together on the same .. look at the foot of a prostrate in his youth a bright tears standing in the luxury sixteen years old, standing in the place of youth turn, stood a life, a life with another crack, I finally broke down in tears. From the wind in the dark days of sleet in the blood of a bird-piercing lament that the days of cherry blossoms blooming in the lotus days of the injury, the rise in your smile down, the thousand years in the cracks and crevices in the time I always burst into tears. Because I always get enough to think of you. This is the most brutal and most gentle prisoner it? I was a lonely time children will be looking at the sky, watching the sun, looking at the big moon, beheld neck pain, tears in his eyes beheld. I will wait for you to hold my hand,UGG boots clearance, eyes closed you will not get lost a disappointed God, moment, we are grown so as to go to those such as the dreamy days of clouds, such as flower power Ruqirusu Andante, such as wind,UGG shoes, such as Shaanxi's song / I remember how black elegy to it, those who have not thought of something a long time. Those floating quietly on the grass lying silent expression. Back and forth repeatedly in the hot sun walking below. I thought they should be finished this summer, sleeping quietly, and then they have re-awakened. I always close my eyes in recent days to see a myriad of fragrant camphor tree. Continuous and over the entire city. Those ups and downs of the mountain camphor along the length of the city became an endless memories. They stand by the roadside, standing on every corner of the city. Memories of the river stood watching silently shaking the boat year-round ferry. In this quiet way they painted painted morning twilight. I miss the past you miss me in seventeen-year-old bike, remember once a while because you smile and stirring up the wind, not tucked joys and sorrows, and a return to yesterday, to march forth through my thin youth. Bright. Sad. Endless. I do not know the time of death, staring at the sky even be so sad, I heard the lament heard sleet Snowbird, slanting sweep days away, I saw the faces of your blue sky above the dark green, so I laughed because I see you grow up happy like a child. I see life from flying past my head mottled cast deep shadows, the hourglass over and cover over a thousand cranes and opened the season bright. I know they had a year. Many things have changed. Lonely people always remember the life of everyone there, as I always get enough to think of you! Stars fall every night, over and over again flashed a few of my lonely God, a flash, we just think that we are grown to a lot of things you will never forget, never forget in our day, we forgot the I know I'm not a very good record, but I like to look back more than anyone when the road myself, I constantly look back, stopped for, then still under the hand of time I rush magnificent. You give me a tear, I see all your heart if God wanted to destroy the ocean one must first make it crazy. But I crazy for so long Why did God not destroy me. That moment of love behind the chair, Would like cement on the flowers, out of no wind,Discount UGG boots, the lonely but bright and beautiful forests in March, I hit my weak youth in horse over, through the Corydalis, through the cotton, through the time time is now hidden sorrows and joys, and impermanence. You laugh once, I can be happy for several days; can see you cry once, I am sad for several years. If you can with you, I would rather make the sky all the stars all fall, because your eyes are the brightest in my life when I see the light of day again when I do not like to speak whenever I talk when I was afraid to look at how day and evening wear jeans broken stand, how can my guitar and piano ensemble you. I count every day you laugh, but laugh even when you are so lonely. They say you smile, pretty lonely. There is also a smile once in my life, but as Wuban finally dissipated, and that smile, to be buried deep in my heart of a raging river, not swimming, that the voice of the river to be my day and every night desperate singing. If you can with you, I would rather all the stars all fall, because your eyes are my life, the brightest light Firestone noise and bright, worldly pleasures and happiness as crystal-clear streams, in the wind , in front of me, Mimi and over, as warm as spring water pouring out, I did not expect, I only want you happy, do not mourn, I never forget the firefly left hand, right hand and a long meditation in a decade from the wind broken flower-like fleeting, and you shake shake a smile always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music, and then in a casual moment, you will find that you want to forget the original pains things really so forgotten. Hiding in a given time, miss some time with the palm; hiding in a given location, also stand to miss a standing antecedents path, let me worry about the people. Take my hand, eyes closed you would not get lost if one day we are not together, but also the same as together. If the memory is strong, such as iron, I should laugh or cry as if the corrosion of steel, such as memory, that this is Fun City, or do not waste time waiting for me boo, is that you forgot me, I never forget the left hand is the firefly fire, the right hand is a long meditation decade. to a person's location is only so much you can give only so much in this small circle, some people want to come in, there are some people had to leave. youth is a bright blue channel which I forgot what day the month in which I carved a wall in which a smiling face, sad face was staring me in the presumptuous and I like the fire break, because I can burn everything yoke, I was king of the whole earth, and my brother, but it is the God of my heart. The only God. I want him free, even sacrifice my life. If you are under the snow in the distance, but I can not, I will pray, so that snow had also come to me and the children slightest word is never happy, happy like the fun of their children, wandering to the sky, wandering into the sky still would not come back. - Huang, a decorated my life the most beautiful way to see the sky, the snow, watching the deep shadow of the season I'm on your side, I love you, although you have tears, though I will soon be gone sky Cape I would like to make angel wings to guard you forever! Youth is a beautiful sadness ~ ~ ~ ~ I did not cry, but tears streaming down ~ ~ ~ I hope that one day back pack and you see do not see over the mountains, walking through the water did not, did not squander squandered end of youth, unable to mark the commemoration of Memorial ~ ~ ~ ~ Youth is a pool of water, whether it is spread out or clenched, fingers can not walk through from the thin The Love ~ ~ ~ ~ those who have fond memories of the things that we never forget the process, we forgot the memory like rotting leaves, those fresh green has long been buried in that time scale of the front, only stay in the overwhelming smell of decay time the end of the scale. When I was stubborn to start my own brand new back pack trip, I know, as long as one of the few friends standing behind me staring. Their eyes as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun makes me feel heavy. However, when we decided to walk a lonely road, a betrayal of all the curses are cast all behind, we can smile stubborn, sad, crying, but still the steps continued sonorous. Those things happen like the fade in the 1999 movie by time and endless grassland burning and lean over the rest of the boys was in the picture and the sad girl no one remembers and nobody will ask when they go when they come January. dodge drowned in the sea of those years have sung the first few left we stood still in the rough sea of the number opened in the days Dengying pulp still cold Shuiyou Han acoustic string and wind sing a dream outside the Mountain House Restaurant Filled Hill Mountain people outside who did not also did not return
Yan Zi Fuqin Lethe back earlier than the flowering of people rustling clothes covered with tears over the shoulder shoulders covered with film siren 寒窗 residues in Lakeshore Jiang Sheng Where is the South come to believe that time reversal is just a beautiful myth, fool the children, but if you can, please create a story and then lie to me, okay? Mou Nepal Buddha face is always mercy, Five three realms can be thousands of miles but still can not escape an empty happiness and so similar, but happiness is happiness? you give me a tear, I saw a sea of your heart all year old year, but no one day Day, a fall of another autumn, a reminder of a generation of a generation together for a farewell, a happy one sad, one lying on a couch, and his dream to find a group of strangers, he will be one that we generally know each other, blow for a I will return to sing the other side of the river, watching my youth, calm and sad to see all the already gloomy fact I like a hiding Le shell parrots sleep until I head out Lo the world when a lot of my original live in the sea has become unattainable and Wo is a dead mountain range in the fossil cliff holding your hand, whether it is where I feel like running time, not moving in heaven waiting for me, is that you forgot I walk my subvert the entire world only straighten your reflection When the days when the old photographs old photos into a memory, we have become pedestrians to walk back to back along a different direction, one step away from the stubborn, no Athens, no Rome, no way back. I was a lonely time children will be looking at the sky, watching the sun, looking at the big moon, beheld neck pain, choking tears to the eyes beheld. This is true, good boy do not tell lies. I like a lonely puppet, lost and like a shadow of another puppet, will not move from this will not show, was abandoned in a corner covered with dust, in the loneliness of despair, in despair sadness, and then continue to keep miss you. The boys taught me to grow, the girls love her grandmother taught me that when people die after hearing sometimes feel there is virtue, when the imperial power of people to hear their loved one if the crying, he would back, a look back to can not get days. I do not know all of the love story will have a critical point, at a time, one day, those who feel it was a small gold coins all disappear. Save the child suddenly crying sad to leave, to make things easy, let all the reasons have to be re forgiven, let's start over
I am like a lonely puppets, lost and like a shadow of another puppet, will not move from this will not show, was abandoned in a corner covered with dust, in the loneliness of despair, in despair sadness, and then continue to keep missing you. I always feel lonely and huge bird bird is looking for something, to it looking for something, it can be several hundred years of loneliness willing to go on for hundreds of years. I like the birds, for their own ideals can ignore everything. I see you smile as now, so I lost silent proud to follow you follow you happy and sad, but I stand now and you have to always stay in the past, I asked God: how sad can laugh and forget things? God answered; to get yourself in the crazy. Firmly believe that the best things in human nature, but still indulge in despair. I always told myself, even if one day we are not together, but also the same as together. Lin Lan: have a term called the people have changed, this is the most vicious I've ever seen the words. Matches: Actually, like all who read my sad, because one morning, brushing up, I suddenly found myself in the mirror are white temples, such as covered with the cold Beijing winter frost. Toothbrush dangling from front of the mirror I cried, it was my first and only time in prison crying. I feel awful, never been uncomfortable. We stand outside time, they lie flat in the river below, and our youth, most buried in the cave inside. I can not hear their voices can not see their faces. Only see the back of their lonely, like to say goodbye. that the world out of thin air in the fall of a sudden, and then night like the kind of ink quickly filled in, the sound disappeared, all the future is like to be abruptly buried deep bed, the heavy silt in the river bed The next km, and then there is one kilometer water, never the light of day. Some people like knife, find the most defenseless of our weakest parts of gently stab you, and then pull it out, badly mutilated, stabbed and then go to the last numb the pain,bailey UGG boots, blurred now, the future changes No one can know the ending too. Graduation is a window, we crashed it, and then wiping away the sharp fragments of the past, after the bloody start a completely different life. From the wind in the dark days, when they saw the days of sorrow piercing sleet Snowbird, in your smile looked down between the cracks in thousands of years and the gaps in time, I always burst into tears. Because I always is something more to say to think of you, the most brutal and most gentle imprisoned you? Tomorrow is another day. Even now there is still hope left. We are convinced that the very ground, snow and then cold, then winter long, they can not stop the warm regression. But forget all of them, warm then happiness, the spring approaching, the same can not prevent the arrival of the next winter for a hundred years I smile creeping burned a hundred years and you only wait for the reunion in smoke because you are my happiness life of all faith
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