but a glimpse of a flat attitude of Zhiyuan

not to change. So love, friendship is the same. Simply because, so no War. This moving, sensational enough, suddenly wanted to cry, love nothing, feel nothing, just gratuitous. Perhaps this is the only described as One kind of Ching Ming, a faith. Always good things for no reason, life, certain melancholy and Wang Ran go hand in hand, linger. Your foot dedication, I ten feet deep. Good and bad, the least bit of points. Ripped, just mood. Time, really is a daunting thing. Chilly and determination. Still waters run deep, not deeply involved. Guarding their own, with a solitary brave pseudo strong. Perhaps only in the farthest away from was the time to put the days have gone to see most clearly the most real. Has been used to stand outside the quiet time, with the soul to perceive the world. Time, can be used to forget, you can remember a lot. Would like to forget, but why bear in mind, and want to keep in mind, but disappear, not the radiator. The original, time, remember that only some of the deep, like an hourglass, a good front, in the sad, the breakdown of the quicksand, the heart, then empty. Always wanted to escape exile, I do not know how many broken a past life five hundred times and 500 times Looking back, clinging on the rock waiting for juniors, but also live up to Lethe. Modoribashi River, stubborn choice to go to, tie him to forget the turbulence of the Red, sorry, do not regret. Qing Deng Juan, the ray of souls, in a low voice crying, past life buried me, this life, even see passing, it is good. Sigh earth, flourishing downtown scenes, on stage, but in the end is lost dying. You pour I, he allowed a moment, or tacit interpretation of a portrait of the hypocrisy and lies with the accumulation of the main event, piled in the hard city, the peacefulness. Into those who play seriously, Yingkuang of Zhu Lei, hesitant that a Rearranging. [Acacia defrosting. Moon full House. Yin waving light. Xi Cao worry smoke. ] Complaint from the song, smoke vast. Provoke the text of the worry, let them go. Searching a quiet place, away from the funeral I Half War. Roots of many born unlucky, seems age-old robbery. No cross-examination, known to be causal Past secular newspaper. Past and Present already doomed. Standing straight, to such as fingertips, we see Amitabha. I said reborn. Born Bitu of Lotus, that of the students. Herein practice, far-Xi. Practitioner, with the heart that Fotu net net, only to the heart due to seek enlightenment. Are in Red, has been a from the heart. Thousand strands of worry, still nostalgic, tangled in the dust. You come to my arms, or, let me live in your heart. Night is young, majestic thoughts and prosperous. Cold night, you want to sleep on the floor of the increasingly strong desire to have, listening to the evening breeze blowing gently, Fine curl, filled with a confused atmosphere, heavy, and real. Vicissitudes of the temptation, Phantom drizzly. Much love to stay human, Ukiyo thousand welcome change! Glimpse at the long course of years, but a glimpse of a flat attitude of Zhiyuan, light stop, light strike, not as dominated by all things, and I alone ignoring wash dirty outside, to drag oneself, only willing to hold Moon and long end. River Yi Suoyan grass, a Gao Su. Dormant in the years of the ferry, watching the earth Sheng Huan. [Bridge of Sighs, light discretion humming, but one to dim] feelings War Hana Matsuri. Time haggard. Time of the hourglass. Gently slide lonely bloom. Unbearable memories for years. Were thinner. Mixing between the moon can be drop-in breeze that night 唳 being alone watch the moon, so that people sit back and relax in the month when it Haobai will not get lost. Phase because the heart Fengyun flat chase. Madness the world laugh at me, indifferent eyes are breathtaking silent, spring-like crooning light, leisurely Piaoyuan.  Muran Looking back, is gloomy, and then think, for the earth, Huazipiaoling, water flow far. Shaohua perishable, skimming over the surface has been broken everywhere, Tuibeihuanzhan Gongchoujiaocuo between fleeting substitution. Wait, so lost time, and other cool season, and so to a years of quiet good. Panic and indifferent, the breakdown of the passage of time, and then gently, watched it wind away. Remembrance into, but was already casting haze of confusion. Through the bones, still can not touch you. Catch, and always those wonderful past. Years, in everyone's face and heart are engraved on the flow of the scene, we spent most of the time, have been in to experience a kind of beauty is in full bloom, wither defeat, but also a beauty. Pick a fly, dip a ray of Fragrance, my life is blooming in the ink pool Shuimunianhua in the light. In parting, I just took a step back, you wander in the bloom of youth,