The first love
forgotten is happiness
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Stood on tiptoe, we can get closer to happiness one point?
Strange days to blame, I won't blame you, you have the right to choose happiness.
Hysterical screaming in the deep heart's core, touched the heart of every nerve.
Those scattered oath, mocked the youth.
Flowers in the dream, dream it.
In this sunny in March, I from my youth in thin the horse, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the shadow of feeling and impermanence.
Take not a flower, fog the fog, there is not much came out as a dream of spring, no find place to go like clouds...
Empty eyes, not recall memories of the narrator
Whose fingers slide over the one thousand years; Who in the repeated cross-examine ever forgotten; I wait you run out of all the sorrow; And you eyes are sad. I don't understandAlexander Hera
When forgotten into another one kind of beginning, light memory, the real pain
Missing is one kind of happy sadness, is one kind of sweet melancholy, is one kind of sweet pain. Missing is long precipitates over yesterday and the beautiful yearning for the future.
We are still children, the pain will cry children...
The past is forgotten in the memory of the dream, and you are my only bright memory, the water drops on green leaves, is the tears of missing.
People are always so rush to grow up, the question no one answer, the wind and rain, you don't want to escape, the north of the arctic is always, the direction of the pole star tell you home, tell the lost you. How to get out of the young.
This world too many tears, you don't understand.
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. The wine of thoughts, this drink is drunk, drunk when they read the sadness of the moonlight, with full enthusiasm and drunk, night drunk, I also drunk.
Can I have more pride, and one shot is good, met you I was knocked down
Naive interpretation of our youth...
Don't let other people wandering in the footsteps of crush you tomorrow beautiful dream, there is no such thing as a not good things come to an end, maybe it really only so is true in the world.
Only one in the world will be as time goes by and more getting more good things, only memories
Solitude is one kind of helpless choice, because had not found suitable companions, loneliness is the relief behind to lonely, lonely process, is this a process of looking for true love.
When you love me too, there is no reason to love no results
When I came to this world, canthus have one drop of tears, eyes closed, may not open them.
Push window's person, I am not returning, I am a traveler.
The nights are long dream more, you don't think of me, then you know how much pain
Believe that the beautiful life, is one dirge song without words, overflow the lonely heart, already become into ice, and you is the most beautiful notes in this season.
Those happy rare good more, you really have a way to don't, just a dream come true, quickly disillusioned broken, blessing you really can have a good sleep
Perhaps, isolated is the best way I maintain yourself
. Written in the heart of the crayons to your hand, is a tragedy is happy have your own writing
Who's the most difficult is to know yourself, the most easy also know themselves. Most of the time, we couldn't figure it out for ourselves, because we only put yourself in the position of one mistake, to his own illusion. So, not afraid of bumpy road before, maybe from one start going in the wrong direction.
. Looking back, the days are all rings of light and shadow, unexpectedly memory barrier, once enchanted voice has faded away.
A fallen down the sun, the time of the swing behind layers of corrupt mark on them.
The nights are long dream will be more, I've been waiting night listening to you say love me
The fairy tale is over, forgotten is happiness...
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