2012年01月14日
Unrelated to Syria
Unrelated to Syria, just write down everything is clutch.
A person standing on the yellow leaves, through the small leaves, looking back on the ups and downs of the past, in the days of sound, called little by feelings.
The endless thoughts, stuck in time and space of the instant. After wandering in the fleeting time of unrestrained was discovered, all is not lost the pace of the years, from the heart, heart failure if the vicissitudes of life.
The four seasons of reincarnation, leaves are silent. I do not know who is stayed by my side, leaving the youth through the traces.
Cigarette exclusive, fan pain down my cheeks, along the years spread to the youth's footsteps, one point one points to find, some memories, and memories to take, not a dream, but had lost geometry.
Who turned Liu Yong wind song, sing a song of discrete.
Simple, simple end, sometimes I think, at the time, and there have been such a young heart palpitations, had turned round to come, but time passes too quickly in the fingertips, the lights down figure has already not in.
Yeah, time to go too fast, and discrete too much, once together, now separated, only sigh over time or not.
Is who changed the feelings, and how is a field, no longer young dream.
When your voice away, my youth to wake up.
A person standing on the yellow leaves, through the small leaves, looking back on the ups and downs of the past, in the days of sound, called little by feelings.
The endless thoughts, stuck in time and space of the instant. After wandering in the fleeting time of unrestrained was discovered, all is not lost the pace of the years, from the heart, heart failure if the vicissitudes of life.
The four seasons of reincarnation, leaves are silent. I do not know who is stayed by my side, leaving the youth through the traces.
Cigarette exclusive, fan pain down my cheeks, along the years spread to the youth's footsteps, one point one points to find, some memories, and memories to take, not a dream, but had lost geometry.
Who turned Liu Yong wind song, sing a song of discrete.
Simple, simple end, sometimes I think, at the time, and there have been such a young heart palpitations, had turned round to come, but time passes too quickly in the fingertips, the lights down figure has already not in.
Yeah, time to go too fast, and discrete too much, once together, now separated, only sigh over time or not.
Is who changed the feelings, and how is a field, no longer young dream.
When your voice away, my youth to wake up.
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