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This is the first time I've seen a reader in my life. Love to the extreme, pain to the silence - if true love lasts forever, I'd love you with my life ----- --- Late fall wounds, gradually deepened, warped at the end of the season, I use blood and tears for you to stay the last moment, if the true love is eternal, I would like to use my life to love you. --Title
I started from the beginning of the end of the year, to the end of the end of the year, all the way to the smile fusion of teardrops, quietly talking about our old age. I also hope that, with you, is a long and everlasting road, is a warm and sweet painting, but also an end of the world to follow each other, unswerving true love.
Love, is happy, after I met you, I believe that this sentence, I spend all the time on the keyboard, fingertips issued by the crisp rhythm is my best witness to you. I can't give you too much warmth and joy, so I use the desolate words to weave a beautiful castle, always keep a sunny day for you.
Knowing each other is fortunate, after I know you, understand you, I am glad to be able to warm up with you in this life, wind and rain side by side, if the flow of time allows, I would like to be a wisp of smoke in the night, day and night with you. I incarnation of smoke, floating across the ocean to your city, this end of the North, you can know my mind?
Yesterday's autumn, has been the yellow flowers fell, gray sky above the flying piece of maple leaves, by chance one day, I passed the maple love overflowing streets, sigh flowers and leaves with the life, the world together with the infatuation, the ear suddenly drifted to the words you said: double life is connected to guard each other, love more than forever more than one day. Now, when I witnessed the scene of the maple leaves entwined, how much I want to tell you: heaven on earth, where you are, where I will be.
Years like a song, quietly slipped through, remembering that we have been in the love of the court to enjoy waving ink to stay fragrant, red cheeks are still permeated with joyful smile, you like to be naughty and pouting when I code, seems to distract me from my energy, in fact, so that I feel that you are at all times in the side of my body to be accompanied by each other. You like to leave some hidden poems in the love letter I wrote, or ancient style, or improvised, or hidden meaning, which has our story, our mood, our heart to heart. I am always happy because of your happiness, because of your sadness and sadness, gradually, your expression became my mood, your behavior always hold my emotions.
Sun, moon and stars, the bucket turns the wheel, every time, I try to slowly close to you, close to your soft heart, in the space of the fate of a single dance drunkenness, you know, by chance, a smile, but touched the strings of my heart. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car.
I've traveled all over the world, and I've tasted the bitter taste of lovesickness, and I just want to hold on to this edge with you, and watch the flowers blossom and fall, and I've got to be with you for the rest of my life, and I've got to be with you for the rest of my life.
The second drunken know wine
The night is confused, the cold moon, the blue room belongs only to the total thoughts, although it is tightly closed eyes, can still clearly hear the heavy sighs. The insomnia of the midnight, singing alone love of the wreckage, why always in this sentimental and sleepless early morning, adding a sad landscape?
The wandering heart, always wanted to find an excuse to stay for love, even if it is a second of time, no regrets, but I am afraid that in the dying moments, the only remaining residual warmth from the sharp mouth of the wave knife roaming through, I have not had time to say I am sorry, you have gone far away.
Dear, what makes us speechless? Is it space, or distance, or time? Is it the heart, is it love, or is it tears? If so, can you slow down and listen to the confession of love?
In this sad autumn, the dusk under the sunset gradually falling, the evening wind, like an extreme beauty stabbed the eyes, burned the light straight to the heart, only because of this quiet picture, the memory of being in love with each other painted a distinctive color. Heh, is it true that love has no eternity?
Life is only like the first time, meet and part whether it will not repeat? Walking alone on a long journey, I always rub shoulders and miss between wandering, silently hoping that there will be a kind of emotion accompanied by my green silk into white hair, dying years old. In a hurry with the millions of people passing by, a cold wind straight to the heart, trembling fingertips into the skin fat, perhaps the world really does not seem to have met the person it. However, until that day in the city of the sky met your smile, warmed me for many years since the place covered with layers of dust.
I said I want to protect you, wait for you, and even promise you a world of joy, meet at the intersection of love, inch by inch. I said everything can give up, only you, can not put. I said I want to live with you, die with you, I said a lot of words, you have been nodding and smiling promised.
However, when the sky full of stars hanging in the sky, the bright light fell into the eyes, I flew to you, you suddenly from the side of the nearest distance from my world, so I have no bush to find up. The first time you come is silent, even when you go, but also does not bring any movement, like a speedy disappearance in the crowd.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and get out of the way.
After losing you, I realized that you have long been integrated into my life, indispensable. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
Love went, this season's falling flowers, and tears buried the past good.
Third, love to the extreme, pain to the silent
Late fall wounds, gradually deepened, warped at the end of the season, I used blood and tears for you to stay the last moment, if it is true that love is eternal, I would like to use my life to love you.
Autumn to autumn and go, a season also a season of time blurred the emotions piled up over the years, well, you can take advantage of the idle flaws of the moment to lightly write the monologue hidden in the deepest recesses of the mind. In fact, love and pain are equivalent, as long as you pay the true, there will be the existence of pain, and we still have no choice but to chase a touch of hazy fog.
Looking into the distance, the sky outside the window drifted up a pattering drizzle, the city is clear and cold, whenever you meet this scene, the eyes always float up your figure, blurred vision can not see the streets of the few pedestrians. The thin air, suffocated breath, hooked up all the past, the original love to the extreme, the pain to the silent, it is this kind of heartbreaking.
Many times, in the face of you lost the language expression, do not want to say everything, because I know, you can understand. In spite of the day and night vigil, and dawn about, put aside the entanglement of the body and spirit, the dream of meeting is still as warm as ever.
The garden full of blossoming plum blossoms, the dark fragrance floating, the path covered with green stones, every time I went to visit you, with a light step, the heart of joy, looking forward to your appearance. You hold my hand, strolling in the soft wind gently around the small bridge, the gurgling water clattering, for this situation to add a few points of aesthetics, the warmth of the buckle finger enough to let me with a lifetime to savor.
The good times are not long, the prosperity of the end. The last appointment, the white sky, not a cloud, you said, if I bring you a silent pain, then let go, if you dare not face, let everything drift in the wind, permanent forget or better than reluctant to own. The words, leave, no longer see each other.
Dear, do you know, when the dream woke up at that moment, the mouth read non-stop is your name, it is, blood and tears of the fusion, still can not retrieve you stop to stay for a moment, even if it is my life in exchange for, can not escape a good get together and goodbye. If so, please let the momentary beauty, this is fixed, eternal ...... (Author: Xin Xin Yi Ying)
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