Once had in the past in the past _1433

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Once had in the past in the past

When people wake up before I dragged the heavy body to lie down, head buzzing. Kind of pain from the heart, and mind as if the door outside. Hand corner of the eye along the line of vaguely groping, melancholy until the bone marrow, that the mottled deep routes a little off than yesterday. Long time no good rest, good storm, feeling every nerve in the collapse is always decided on the need to better their own, from a good rest, a day early hours. When the pace when the next step to a computer is no longer able to move on. Alas! Damn computer, damn mind. Used to fly accompanied by solitary thoughts, accustomed to free his hands on the keyboard, learned to listen to the sound of fingers on the keyboard, as if for the life of singing, cheering for life,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for the fate of Di Qi, more helpless cry . Eyelids life support, the issue of silent protest, Was quiet, only the rain outside the window. The wind, put the rain into my face. I feel a bit tongue lips slide drops of salty. Is the day, but also sad, right? Do not know when, a trace of gold sting his eyes, it is a pain in the dough. So, I slowly opened my eyes blurred. Dim, I saw my sister stay Chang'e around, it looked, that sweet smile, and accompanied by warmth all over my body warm, with a dash of sense of how familiar and unfamiliar. I struggled to sit up, rubbed his eyes, awakened from a dreamless, look around, surrounded by empty, but love him more than a quilt. Is already more than four in the afternoon, lie down before the rain noise, when the sun has been eclipsed by the midst of the noise. Over the years, I have been put themselves beyond the Three Realms. So, who compiled a who's life? Who's Who with a plot? Who is who load the affection? Who is who in the love of sake? Had nothing to do. Landelikuai feel the sun, fell down to lie down, and let the young brain store yesterday playing the slide to continue my foggy. Rebirth day, I carefully picked up the pieces of the heart, mind quietly built a gate outside the core, keep the new anti-life. Heart at rest, people dried up. Flower dry break, Yepiao Ling. When the sun rises in the east, and west of the fall, I see things are due to Jieyou fruit, as drift, arbitrary, everything is vanity. I have no intention reverie to those complex thoughts, but still follow the line of youth-Benz, hard to operate, and cherish every moment of life. Once, this stay, for disposal, and I buried it will be eleven in this season full of vitality, leisure facilities will occasionally give it a little fat, pouring a little water, irrigation, it was never ending the drought years. Perhaps one day it will be reborn like me, once again flourishing, flowers, sky Highlights wind wave. Yesterday's pain, has been with that bowl of soup and Meng Po grandmother as mementoes of the tunnel, I also ignited a new life of hope. When I start a new life, he composed Heartsongs, when I lay in the embrace of nature while enjoying the sun's touch, a fall from the sky the eagle, with its sharp claws to the speed of lightning from the ground picked up my on, he flew over the mountains and the speed of lightning lake, and finally threw me into one through the ice in the. No matter how I struggle, after all, can not shake off the claws of an eagle. My body began to be a Yam is the trend to the corrosion of the cold, the heart of the pain actually more than the body to be stronger. Made the original core building care so vulnerable, all the blood burst from the chest at the spray, suddenly, the rivers of blood ... ... . Liza, a very ordinary Debu can no longer ordinary woman, she moved me, made me Xinchan. We are not a parent cell life, gave me is worth a fellow feeling. Life on the road, when I was overwhelmed by loneliness, struggled when her body with a weak wind cover for me; when I go hard in the trials and hardships of the road, her warm and caring with my schedule; when I was a dark sky When the glow of her with a colorful show for my beautiful life, as I shed the sky red rain in front of the line. I have the cold season in life, met Liza, a beautiful fairy tale like experience. We have no blood, only her wholehearted enthusiasm. Liza with a certain magnetic voice, my quivering get back up again in front of her, I must be a good boy, girl, eat, and then hide into the net, the darn sad. I hid the word lonely again, no smile, no expression. Cold, and arrogant behind the helpless, the text has become the only gifts, and I firmly save lives, fear of accidentally lost. I was just a dust in the atmosphere, float along in the mortal world. Therefore, the often feel confused. Confusion of life, lost his career, lost the feelings, but also lost the text. Lost Dream can not find in the swamp as the export side were filled with hideous monsters hunting, even fear, they have desperate, alone, and finally won the fresh bloody, a pain. Lost the battle, my heart is broken, tell that she has a smile away, smile forgotten. Despite the loss of everything, at least with text. Perhaps no one can understand my words, it does not matter, not who is going to understand. Accompanied with text, I at least will not be lonely too thorough. But I gradually found that I had vaguely in words the feeling about to collapse, long fingers resting on the Jianpanshangqiao not a word. I was asked, why use words to hide. On this answer, I also find. Tired of it? What pain? Afraid of it? Pain that is difficult to breathe, so the words self-protection, then flee. I do not want to own hidden in the text below, do not want to reverse your biological clock, but do not want to bury themselves in the network, I actually do not think. I also like the hype with a group of smiling, laughing and carefree like slapstick, but I was accustomed to silence. Inside the sediment of a lot of depression, grief and every taste filled a gap in the world, I need to dialogue with others to reduce their depression, but standing on the crossroads of noise, I aphasia, and Zhang did not say any final words of mouth. A street back and forth several times, say some comfort in their own language: You scream for you crazy, but in his heart you will always be the best. even though the bulk of the field hastily, at least more than the sound of music as you navigate, difficult to count it in front of you, what kind, just to experience all over again Well. I firmly believe that God will always be people determined to make good luck blessing. When dawn approaching, I was so excited to open the stadium as people concert exposure, and God on the Avenue of Stars Awards honor for me ... ... However, life is not planning, because the world is too big, some things never answer. Since then, the heart, there is a room in the vacant, do not know or on the next. Began to miss, by the wind off yesterday, the memory of the fragments into a bookmark, the light slowly disappeared. Since then, that corner even more surprisingly quiet, no waves, like still water. Do not want to release the mind with the idea of singing, do not want with a wonderful song to win an awesome force, and then do not like the sun, then do not like crazy, calm and do not stretch nor struggle. Start to like the plain, because it is not up and down the ladder; began to enjoy the night hazy, because it hides a fairy tale that no one understand; began to enjoy the stillness of the night, because it can let you mind fly. Lifetime long life, the first time to really feel tired. See a lot of things, I think of many things. Once had in the past in the past. Eyes of many people, I like a bunch of peonies on a cliff, aloof indifference, dominating the grace; also as one twelfth of the plum, insular, not that cold; more like a pot of daffodils, young and naive, and with a hazy mystery; In fact, More often I feel like a mimosa, though gas inside cover any thread but the desire for life, though they can not hide low self-esteem fanatic heart. However, from today, I clearly understand that I need to do a blue Fa Limin, to rapidly accelerate the life of the frequency of gesture, washing away the haze of the heart, like a bright tomorrow to show the face of youth.

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