Mo sad, but doomed

Your smile, just like Geshi, on the other side of the blooming flower composed of flowers, the dust was flying in the sky where, quietly died. Sense of loss stare, faded love, any kind of color, but also smear it had no color, leaving only a pale bleak. Full of fantasy, is bound to be sad instead of, like us, destined to be strangers. Dependency was once dependent, once bit by bit, in this season of falling leaves scatter, spread out a way of sorrow. Wound up the attachment, when in the wake of tears, drops into the past lives of sad. The vulnerability of the night, buried in the rain in the House of Recollected Fragments. Dock yesterday's picture and set-piece with eternal grief, still lingering is not destruction, after all, the eternal subject, but not a weeping of the gripping knives, carved ancient memories.

The contours of your sorrow, my life has been incomplete memory, when the memory fade away, those who smile, just so I can not see waiting for the edge. Perhaps one day, the memory will be weak, will not remember you all, day after day, countless thoughts down, but still can not obliterate go. The whole story, never abandoned in the corner, just hide the past, all, and I was buried in the inexplicable silence. Sometimes in the dream afraid of waking up, because once awake, you will leave. But then ah, do you still go up, pull off the back of it lightly, the original, we will always be a stranger's. I have been standing there waiting for you, but you never know when you turn around, my tears have Pentium, for me, only willing to hide behind you cry, can not let you know in my heart.
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