I am now very good, I can live better than anyone else.
During that time Ji pale, beyond September of 2008. We have a sufficiently well-being met, I met some people something. I firmly believe that, we went with those of the last one will always exist. We trust each other, support each other, understand each other better.
If the dust is also bound to accept the community.
And we are the most authentic existence.
Leisure class, sometimes the casual look out the window approaching. Nazhu about 10 meters of the plane too, has been silent on that, stay a few years time. I am a clear understanding that we will never know for whom the stay. Light wind blowing through the cheek, blowing a little fat, Jiji birds crow down to stop teaching in the Department of the top floor, roof railing. I often hear very clear their calls, was a heart-shaped Wei Liang.
I think in this period will be one, I was silent for too long. Now part of the sentence as part of the division of note, no link melody.
Occasionally late at night in the bubble of hot coffee, holding hands in before we can clearly would like to recall the original and those touched by the warmth, and those who have.
Xu Wei listen to the "story", my favorite is a word, the story has always loved. Changes slightly, but the feeling is clear, mildly tunes. With the grow of age, gradually inner calm, stability, as well as shallow pot put in a small courtyard of the daisy, flowers and so on, look at flowers. Is life.
Now, do not have been the first and ignorant fools, but still retained the heat or a light heart. Unyielding in the dark, not with the status quo. Only occasionally in the restless, occasionally moving, the only survival. Sometimes only the heart, such as water, sometimes excited.
When a shortage of as if subtilis, Ji Buchu a little water. Lonely as erosion, such as the Heart decadence. You always can be expected in the Yimiyangguang your head on your blooming.
When life is too empty and can not find sustenance, the heart will be no reason to breed a sense of loneliness. I often have the feeling that my head deeply buried in the knees, sobbed quietly. But only once, the very full, some people kept in mind. They emerge from time to time in my eyes, I always laugh secretly.
The autumn, walking in the alley, White linked hands to try his hand into her pocket. She ridicule Road; you want to play a major hand in hand you a small lead? We smiled at each other and. I do not know so we can walk side by side with long, but please believe that the beautiful memories forever. I believe that out clearly out of time, has been hiding in the depths of our memory.