Miss no return date when the completion of worries? Often, wake up at midnight the moment, there will always be a melodious and song, the gently falling from the Apprehension of the Galaxy, a touch of mixing through the moonlight, v. Weaver look forward to the pain, or Cowboy persistence dedication in the miss of the night, slowly linger.
The meaning of the misty, hazy plot, it seems impossible to tell the actual situation, perhaps, the night too seduced, perhaps miss too clear, a self that extreme sadness, too much of the sinking, and always go hand in hand .
The passage of time, he died often accompanied. These words, I want to be out of a warm mouth, long cold nights, warm, accompanied by a concoction of a single word left on the keyboard, is it only my mouth forced friendship? A simple word, a person refused in the ambiguous, the only share the heart of the cool?
Perhaps, is not it. Because, I know, There is a yearning to bite bone pain, night, only the endless bitter. Because, I know, I am afraid of the pain is also afraid of suffering.
I have been accustomed to in the night replica oakley sunglasses, the moonlight in the desert of my soul, do not want to leave messy walking, quiet as the sleeping sea, quiet, far-reaching. Thousands impulse to want to appeal, have long been hidden in the endless sand, looked on the cold moonlight, fell asleep. Even if there are bursts of breeze to wake to touch, does not wish to wake up. Because desert dry Gu, do not quote rates for what to spend, more will not bear fruit, only sleeping, is the quietest forget.
At the moment, the mood is very calm, like to know in advance the end of the story, less guess tossing and turning, and less desire tears the water to confuse calm such as that off the piano sounded before the desire of the Cen static.
How much of the night, so the piano is always falling on my pillow, melting into my dream. But between reality and wander how many of the distance? Always makes me willing to indulging in the perfect fairy tale. Perhaps, I wish only the fate of the bubble in general, meet the sun will be destroyed. Perhaps, I can only hide in the night, can only hide behind him, in the past secretly buried.
If so, whether, as set out back to the past, back to the young heart never dust? I still smile to the face of the flower, and why has less initial innocence? Change come from?
When the memories and imagination, walked slowly to the deepest of the night, when all they are quiet at night, but I know I am the beating heart, it's still hot. Overwhelmed by the decision because of thoughts accumulated mention, fall down, but also the temperature of the liquid.
It turned out that a yearning for the pure flame is still burning to a secluded corner in the desert, just short of burning warm but turned into a silent insistence. If fireworks in the night charming the transience of life, but the moment she explains, or snatched a short night's line of sight. Just have a urge to cry, perhaps distressed to this desolate beauty, may be distressed to this brief encounter.
Ambiguous such as onion skin thin veil, once goodwill springs penetrate the barrier of distance, then, is not someone will go beyond the fence of my mind, but come to the edge of the desert of my soul?
In the same place, how will fall again, some time, but also refused to suffering a kind of instinct. Or, perhaps, will laugh at is a self-closing, and perhaps would laugh to say that this is a sensitive, in short, could not say. Seeking a quiet mind, the most important.
Always in pain and adversity, than the smooth, grow faster. I think the emotion is the same.
If the day, thoughts and memories is a painful Oakley Polarized Flak Jacket Sunglasses, is not this maturity is also a strong heart?
Would one day, the sun will are illuminated every corner of my heart, and I feel spacious and light, there is always one day, there will be a fine bright flowers in my lonely sandbar.