Days before dawn, thoughts had traveled down. Still relies on the window and looked at the distant mountains be gray clouded over, the horizon is a bottomless dim, the dew on the window leaves in glittering and translucent trembling, heart somehow by the nervine, at present a damp, for it was not enough, and water warm heart.
His left hand tightly over his chest, his right hand tightly around, with all strength let yourself feel pain, that real. Suddenly so scared, feared that this quiet destruction, afraid this is no sleep days, afraid this endless empty and desolate, fear a person to wake up the morning of the silence. Through the heart of cool, cone of heart pain, which is still in narration of miserable, is still the slice of lonely days.
Has the wind blows, and that is years relentlessly pursued, is also the life can't resist pieces.
Butterfly fly, as the last dance of the prosperity of the deer, enjoyable life could not afford the solitary away and beautiful.
Dust float, fuzzy those years don't move past the future, who couldn't have picked up the time pieces.
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Along the way, in a rush, works is faint, blundered, kept flee, keep missing, the heart is always a hope no end in sight to drift, in the world of mortals but had failed the world of mortals, to a bitter height alone in the watch. The drifting very bitter, say a bitter, but is unable to go over. Miss season, falling everywhere injury, finally understand one cannot fall back, turn round of the moment, change the life of depression.
If the dawn can not come, I think I can live forever in the night, the heart of the silent and listen to can let me feel never had the safe. Tears, won't feel embarrassed; Forced laughter, also won't feel ugly. Can imagination to travel through the vicissitudes of life in the past, smiles, tears, happiness, sadness, everything is so true. But the future I can imagine as fairy tale perfect, no one laughs I innocent smile me himself, can even enjoy in the dream laughter, and then woke up with tears. So, is this obstinately live in your dream weaving, half awake half drunk, but also a carefree and leisurely, never want to change. But deep down, there has always been a black hole, very deep, can see light and bright and beautiful, don't fill, also cannot flee.
The movie of traffic flow coming steps, messy and heavy, one step at heart trampled over heavy sigh. The body is a floating form, gently, weak weak, at any moment, disappear in the life that a dim light. Covering the face of mobile flash from sight, and the air of indifference is the lively sound no temperature, cold window to cover is at the pale and lonely. Eye to stop, clearly touches the heart of the eternal sorrow, that MingHuangHuang to make public, filled with every cell in the body. Footsteps pause, without any retreat, cliff is before, I didn't know how to move? At every step is wrong, every little is bruised.
People sometimes need to give yourself some broken the posterior courage, so a lot of time to choose their cruel. To put out all the hope, breaking all want to read, ban all beautiful, let despair come completely, so can not hope don't read range, the heart in the cold time castle increasingly enron and calm. Although heart twisted with pain still drop blood, but try very hard to tell yourself don't look back, don't think back. After the refuse, may be born again, can retrieve a lost themselves.
Look back boundless life, erratic walk, outside the world look up at and unsubstantial chase, unreachable dream, waste so much departs bright, also wrong in life of many ignore lose precious. While such as frost, coldly refused to those warm near. The hardest job clean, far far light looked at those filled status flowers bloom at all. Heart if coloured glaze, deep and those pale on my mind. The pride of narcissistic, a prison. Untouchable solitary away, outside the circle in happiness. Look at the end of today, the heart never have hate, or even to laugh at themselves is this opinionated people should have their fate. Through relentless years, see a devastated, count the whole body scar, said with a smile not painful, that is the precious life, enough to support me through life every winter. Day after day in the lonely despair strong, in a weak growth in tears, believe that one day there will harm the injury, heart will be very strong.
The rain is the tears of the sky, and whether the rainbow after the rain is a sharp arrows of the MingHuangHuang, cold light flashes a brief leave that breathtaking beauty, but across the deep hurt?
Clouds are of wind pursuit, and the sun is just that a hit too beautiful robe, in a changeable situation gradually fade, although bright but pale, although the blazing but small cool?
See other people's stories, his tears flow, laugh at your own silly. One time, the TV playing loud, but at sea. Music is very gentle gurgling, but less than those who find warmth dot. Maybe, just need some sound proof didn't own the world from this confusion disappear and just need some pictures to warm the heart of the pale. But why, the sadness would make you couldn't help shed countless tears, and those warmth and beautiful clips will also let grief like tide surge? The injury is feeling the tacit understanding with deeply, is the advance of warm, and those beautiful but so distant and, and looking forward to, to move a bit.
If the time stay at, that the more good. This inner sad sad content, strong containing those to passers-by to behold joy, dusty past, not looking forward to the future, as all communities, not refund also not in, give heart to do a short stay, let the body for a not collapse fulcrum. And time will not wait for me, heartache without negative and when, also wanted to let their hate, hate the world of dirty and hypocritical, hate their cowardice and concession, and hate oneself forever the endless alone, more very anxious to such themselves torn apart, but even hate have no energy. Why do some people can easily have no all, and some people do spell effort also is life can't have even an ounce of warm?
No one can hide the destiny "fled, some lucky someone turns, someone glad someone sad, it is the life of normal. So, learn to smile and pain. Are vulnerable tell yourself, all the bear will end, all sorrow will end. Perhaps, in a future moment, there will be so a person took me by the hand and led me to leave, and ran to the next stop happiness. But, for a long time for a long time, have always been is a luxury to the dream, until it gets cold day by day become nothing become far away, but I am so helpless, was full of QiMi beauty is not hit temperature.
In the world of mortals in shallow, also have beautiful, also have warm that one party lonely. Now, no longer beautiful, only to have the careful guard iraqis, warm increased, but because she flee world. This life, some people can only miss, some love can only deep, some feeling can only dusty, all of all not to the humanitarian, can bear alone as the years playing tricks on, exclamation a pair of facing two or both of the QiChu in my mind. Both of two opposite life couldn't bear the heavy. Both of two in my mind, which can are even-steven, set sail again, arrived at the heart of the other side, from now on you happiness, I safe.
The pain is the most painful though, cut the scar of so striking, abandon the pain so cone heart, from now on in my heart forever engraved. Tears in the heart of it, a little bit of cumulative along the way love experience, if being infatuated don't let regret, this is a kind of happiness or lodge sin? Time in the run, the world is changing, who can make forever? Even though I QianHuWanHuan that name, even if I recall many times that piece of warm appearance, but how fate difficult violations, will be deluding themselves, cannot be completely. Silently staring at, the sky is still is blue, the clouds are still is white, the wind is still erratic and free, a bit never change, change is a growing grey astringent heart and a no longer bright face.
Tears washed eyes would like rain after the sky, unusually clear? Through the heart of the vicissitudes of life would like the spread of sunset sky, more tolerant? With a pair of tearful watched others eyes so wonderful world, see the whole world in tears. Life is a no end of the play, has not written up the story, no matter feeling, whether smooth bumpy, whether a incomplete, can only be time pushing forward. In late autumn season, window unexpectedly and fly in the blundered, kept flopped about flopped about, suddenly feel myself as a fly, the prospect one be bright, but can't find out the way.
