Your whole life Chang 'an, I would like to retreat to fulfill

Into the eyes of the unforgettable, into the heart of how to put? A dream around the soul leads hot, fall into the net of acacia. The wind does not disperse, candlestick chaos. A scar is difficult to cut, pain, tears burning! Endure, repressed, but a thought, the pain suddenly burst into the burning sea, the collapse of the silence of the fortress. Thousands of glory set in a suit, but the darkness swallowed the soul of the lamp, the moon fell on the windowsill at night, that is the ultimate cold, your eyes!

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Lonely for a long time, will desire an embrace; Pain for a long time will seek a cure; Lonely for a long time, will want to burn. Lonely cold wind blowing a flute sleeves light dance slowly shake. Cloud swallow blue sky tears, lotus step light shift snow in the wind. May the last cool heart be pierced, blood in Dettol, dyed with pain ink is a kind of punishment. You see, the wind blows the sand, and everything is already in the picture. Forget it, a cup of toxic tea mold bud, not clear water bay, pay but burned, the pain of the heart.

There are always so many accidents on the road of life, who can control them, maybe today, tomorrow will become rouge. If the dream wakes up the heart is the most painful, if the day is dark, the night is the coldest! In the dark, quiet, pain raging how can not sleep peacefully! Constantly changing positions, clothes are thrown away, no body position to touch. Memories are still rumbling, just a slight thought of the heart is painful, dare not to think, the night is the devil, with shackles bound to the soul. Dawn found subversion of everything last night, in the other corner, naked fever, night cried, is not a mirror!

A lot of time very tired, very lonely, a person's night is always too long, it seems that time forgot to turn, repressed the heart of the boat. Want to borrow some happiness with tomorrow, let today's color-rich, let the beautiful picture fill their melancholy eyes. Very much want to laugh without scruples, just silly simple. But I can't. Without simplicity. Some things knowing that is poison, or can not quit, became a gentle addiction, Ru people drink poison, swallow their own life one end, indulge their desires.

Like green and dripping static, is to let the heart forget the beating; Like sea broad and ups and downs, just like a person experiencing hardships, and then a little tolerance, relief. If you go to travel at the moment, it is to put yourself empty, strange to familiar, and finally forget, this is a feeling of escape. The heart is like bodhi dust, the heart is not dyed, just like a white lotus flower, which is Buddha's gift. Winding up is the fate of the loot, let the wind take away those memories, and then travel lightly, continue to travel alone, do not look for, meet is a tacit understanding, have is the fate of care. Just borrow some happiness with tomorrow, let today have heat, and let the heart no longer pain. If I sleep, it is Buddha's pet, he said: practice is sleeping, meet the best of myself, meet the one who has been waiting for thousands of years...

No regrets to paying for the war Chu, the weak body can not bear. Moon shadow fuzzy messy footsteps, long road is lost, the bet of a venomous creature! Draw a rest! Has been unable to bear the waves, let silence become forever casting. Every dawn will pray for peace and good luck, never care about their slight illness, pain splashing a spray, flooding into the night rolling tide. Can not resist the moment let myself fall into a deep sleep spell, the dream is just a piece of black, empty! Is not a residual cold is a kind of war.

At the end of May, too late to see the beauty of Sophie with you, it became a monument in the rain. My decadence let the footsteps of stumbling back, again and again, stumbling fell into disability. The SKY IS GRAY, READ THE color GIFT of luxury, awake and lethargic alternate torture soul pain heart, learn how many times to relieve the pain of cone heart repeated scab ability can be done! Your whole life Chang 'an, I would like to retreat to fulfill. From then on a paper Qinghuan, indifferent desire unwilling. Perhaps the inscription is the fulfillment of my own, by God cut down powerless to return to heaven, also is also evil interpretation, and finally understand the meaning of the word. Bitter coffee drink into how many sad, but I only remember you for me to go to trials and hardships tired. So relieved of back, forget who they are. Separated by the existence of death, in the text planted half an acre of flowers, grow a coquettish rose. Shallow love deep love, your happiness, my no complaints