Monday, October 24, 2011

the future chilling



- Love, has fair withered, just before they wither. I saw it like a First love girl, sounded flushing, provocation mood apt work out the door, I thought the door ambition be Liu Ying whirling, Elixir of Love moments of beauty. However, it came behind. Out the door by the moment has been inexplicably bounce. Body leaking with blood, but I do not know where the impair. Out the window, bright, everything blooming. I adore hiding in dark corners, but to day ten speed, rapidly dying out, withered. A long time, I meditation life is not longer there is love, love has been misspent decades of yearning and injury, transpiration, love and be reunited annuals later, crash into the flying dust. Since then, the idea a empty, knowing, and occasionally a trace of autumn breeze, brown the tracts of wilderness. No lust, I still arrange in the grass knows not boundaries, wait for the stars clutch dawn. Comfort myself, I love each moment of dying, may eventually be proficient to knit in a life accidental end. With a afflicted idea I look forward to, but also in anticipation of the arrival hesitate to discard the nightmare. Suddenly, you came. You to the elegant wisp of wind, thumping gently, not trace. I follow the autumn coolness to follow, you inadvertently touched indirectly puzzling eyes. Like, running water across the green tilt, Yin watery it a hazy green, the sky became so bright and Clean. I watched your lusty namely strong that the re-rosy fresh, it was the loss of blood through the body return to the solitude knows no boundaries, in the blood containers in the fun singing. Love, as the horizon speedy raid, simple and to the lives of folk caught off guard the moment has been lit. Can it miss the flowers of the season, missed the opportunity of life. Since the. Since fate has opened a backdrop, how can you get out to run. If that is jump to be a alone fireworks, later a chip of plumage dust in full bloom. I merely hope in your eyes,UGG Stella Boots, the flower of teens last bouquet. I am a female living in fantasy. For love, in the quondam and whether so,UGG Langley, now is the same. I only absence a glimpse of that center, that pure love above all sight. Since it is a elapse life Looking behind five hundred years of cultivation before they can have life pass at, then why no coil up my hand, put aside entire worldly, love me. Love me, even if only a second life. Do not know who you are, do not absence to watch your advent, I only kas long asyou have departed ashore my heart share the weight share of surprises. Love me, do not use anybody adult skills, not doping of any worldly appetite, I just want to love gushing out while the share of the urge, would pluck off. CD just to be distant looking at you, listening to you say you love me. When I walk through the streets of the metropolis, I know you have to hike the city nameless intention, but your center with me. Looking ahead to working with you in the avenue bump, but I fear well-known for how to cover up your eyes while thoughts and delight, imagination bathed in the eyes of your affection, walking will go distant light and jump. Numerous times. SMS in love numerous times, then rain, thoughts such as burst floods swamped laborious to inhibit. To say to you penetrate you, very, very. You say you are. Flow through the atrium creature poured into a sweet mini eyes. All daytime waiting because your date, so get into the morale of Great Britain,UGG Glove, and so was attracted,UGG Broome, and so have shaped slender as a frame, and so was waiting to no advantage. After a dead silence, followed by that is weary, perfunctory, dawdle, postpone ... When a woman's self-esteem in of sorts suffering the wastage of faith, love becomes boring, unbearable recall. Huddled in the corner of weakness to no one braved the chilly sweat, to stand stagnation, detriment of meditative aptitude. Dousuo was canceled appointments, sank water. Sat completely lonely until night fell. Lights floating in the paucity of about stepping ashore the lanes, they are nowhere to conscience search, nestle. Was. Have, love, decease in life. Heart closed another to open the door why, how weak the heart to bear, to comfort. That the fantasy of love additionally to come yet dead, leaving only the instantaneous alteration in the morale of history. Barren heart is bleeding melody War song, behind to that chip of grassland Beach, I know, the future chilling, uninhabited, and the flowers had withered. Lying silent, favor a lukewarm wag of hay leaves, sink, sink, Listen to the pate murmuring, but behind the wind. Since then, no longer looking ahead to the early dawn sun. From. And a isolation of the night, sitting on the shade ahead you knock that has struck a chord with the text across the base of my heart ambition still be a superficial bruise. The real charm of the globe, not to be coerced retention, disburse only light moment in the heart touch,UGG Gaviota, complete one in-depth encounter. CD only wish I have such a tremor through your heart, as your life a charming shine.

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