More and more cold air, is also becoming more fresh. More and more water cooler, more and more clear, and I figure that's missing, but it has become increasingly blurred, Renee seems to have become the realm of dreams.
front of the window glass, looked at his thin, his eyes while the more obvious wrinkles, as if like a hillside gully in the same depth, the night thoughts, I can not let that be known figure I come in the window glass, I used to think that the way I miss the shadow of the shadow that has not been a profile in my memory has no idea that the name of the shadow.
will be an unreal feeling, or emotional Piaomiao, always stubbornly floating on a deserted island, on the slim hope for the future of limitless hope, and not to care about real life colors around, life would be Is a broad target pale.
I understand this logic, but also understand the role of reason, but I still was not that the name of vague and confusing figure, my left, became the perfect figure, the figure of the left, has become my life The pale, or that life is the pale figure.
If there is a persistent need to leave, then leave is the perfect complement, both the cause, or love, are the same itinerary. The kind of delicate trip is kind of mysterious distance, because of distance and mystery that resulted in the United States, such as the United States and the distance between the existence of love so that only reached the highest state of perfection.
have been thinking about this has been his exile. The chase and has been lingering, and has not been back to the opportunities and do not want to give up all along the hazy, but no definite results.
looked at the sky and the stars, would like to make every effort to look at every appearance of a star and the distance between them, both during the day, or every night, I can not identify a clear pattern and their distance from the But each has a star to stay quietly in their territory belongs to, and my line of sight is vague, they vague in my line of sight, there is clear.
think, with doubts, doubts, thinking.
fuzzy thinking about that figure, doubts that a fuzzy figure, that figure does not miss the significance of the miss, miss that belongs to another does not belong to the world of my thoughts, I should have left by their own kind of confusion The figure, his kind of fuzzy from the world of free, to find a piece of the sun, so that their breathing warm up.
left, is a perfect complement.
figure that's left is a radical departure, is to leave well-intentioned, it is clear to leave, in order to belong to the pursuit of the perfect figure, but also to let me go for my most perfect, that the original figure of the left is that Kind of perfect harmony.
To your left, a perfect, I will not miss to you, they are not depressed to find a place your shadow, nor in the memories of the past state of mind, not in your obsession to color, just as you turn left I would like to forget your thoughts and nostalgic.