I always reluctant to go that "if only first sight of the life such as", I believe it was meant to be development, some things, from the beginning was doomed to end; I'm crazy to rattle off the sentence, "if only first sight of the life, such as how sad autumn wind painting fan." Maybe just to find that he was the word the feeling of Abram moved just. Meet and parting is one of the great things, not we can control. Once, I also so pessimistic thought, people is one of the most incompetent senior animals, because we are not even see and can't decide. But, time, such as initial, some things, ultimately, no way to explain, this is destiny! Many, many things, and we always prefer to use "if" the theoretical reasoning to get a moment of comfort, also don't want to open your heart to accept this must and has happened. "If, that I didn't have to go to that place, it will not meet with you; if, when out another way to go to that place, also won't meet you; if......." Too much too much never exist also could not be there if so quietly torture our spirit. Perhaps, from the beginning, I was the reason to believe, "existence must be the significance". Even if regret, even if regret, even if enough trails, that also is the life there must be of the encounter, even if this encounter, from the beginning was doomed to separate, you have to admit that the value of it.
I continued to like the sorrow tunes, and perhaps is like the small cool feeling, like like the taste of the lost. The taste of lost even if is bitter, also deeply proof, I had. All about once, I've been able to embrace a lacklustre heart....... Just, occasionally touch that "time, such as initial", have a trial of a sentimental, like June fallen tree cotton same, same sentimental.
This is life? Never have those destined to concept, we don't know when it's going to happen, we don't know how it happened, but we know it must have happened will happen. Without any reason, also do not need to give what reason, because that is called life.
Letting go of state of mind to
2012 Stanley Cup Finalaccept with once little, it can change my part of the whole of life, so it is also the worthy of affirmation. Only, do not go to immerse yourself in the past. To have happened, we can only remember, and can't change. I don't regret, what I've been through in the past, even if that is the pain regret, I still thanks to them once existed. Even if that only memories just, I also feel very precious.
Lonely is the people, the lonely heart is. I'm still very lonely, lonely to me just like layers of cabbage, roll a layer, and another layer. Plain coloured lonely, the success or failure of the heart roll down the gray, ash into a kind of ruin.
-tears
Love, perhaps because a person lonely, they need to find a person to love; Love, perhaps because the fall in love with a person, so just lonesome.
Actually very lonely, just don't want to say. Accustomed to a person walks in the's in a hurry to the stream, collision alone. Ignore the crowded around, see only is a person of the sky just. Look there, only the sounds, only vaguely discern, only this close to the skin of the wind. Always like this quiet looking at the night sky, the night the stars are deep, deep a bit blue, the stars of dots, flashing the rhythm, the shadowy mingled with the cool breeze moaning melodies, like playing a song is infatuated with romantic, especially moving, especially ecstasy, especially lonely.
Without a sentimental and shocking withering beauty. Always let me hold it at, the gentle wind blow gently spring night, blowing the city corners, blowing spring wave bridge sad green, and blew away the affectionate and lonely acacia, with the heart of the life, also can't hold "you love me". Midnight wanes, and I should have what kind of pain is it? Maybe, I have enjoyed, and only the sadness of leaving you with it.
Fall in love with you, love on lonely, used to use words to comfort all the scar, always want to miss words keep all the past, but afraid of, the fear of those who once every bit of will be my lonely witness tonight. So, I was in "learn to forget" and "continue to memory" constantly wandering between, and finally lost themselves. In the stillness of the night, listen to a sad song, a glass of wine. Listen to the music moves slowly pour out, as in the space of miss flying thoughts. And then, out violently thoughts, with deep feeling ground greetings, for far away you, write down a MengYi of words...
Think of something, the feeling is very good, the good is spotlessly clean. But with the light sentimental, inexplicably heartache. The past, I am very easy to put it as memories, the thorough marrow of pain is a trace of love. But I think looking back to the past, often imperceptibly forward. One day stopped, but behind the shadow was ceased to exist. Like the so-called memory, is also will over time, and before you know it was I forgotten?
Actually very lonely, is really don't want to say, rely on the night of the smile, listen to mind lonely pour out, and, finally, in a repeat of music with your buried in the old times, leaving the soul of gray, to continue to live only in the world of memory, and constantly, samsara all about you...
Lonely me, hungry for love, but love
2012 Stanley Cup Championsand fear after departure; Lonely me, like to listen to the sad song, constantly hear them, because those who gradually the rhythm, is all I the feelings of interpretation. Lonely me, sing the song of the lonely, write the story of loneliness, I read you, and read of love. Lonely me, lonely heart, actually very lonely, just don't want to say. Glass of wine, red of bright and dazzling, drunken tears fallen good glittering and translucent. If time can meet again, I don't want to alone in the world of mortals drunk the chance if no longer still, I wish in the lonely love you in deep sleep.
