flowers faded for rain

The flowers faded for rain
Give a no fruit;
Not a word of love;
Life is but a dream. We are obsessed with you.
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The sky rain always reminiscent of the pain, the beautiful memories.
Do not know from what time, like the hair cover the eyes, don't know from what time, like the night to come, do not know from what time, like a man to cry alone: maybe too much bitterness, too depressed to know the taste of heartache. Previously naive thought that love can be tolerant and understanding, but I was wrong but love is so real. When you know when others treat it as a joke, when I understand tolerance and understanding when others treat it as behoove. Sometimes I really don't know why the word" love", do you really want to lose after the know how to cherish, miss know only after make up.
Once the rainy season flowers, we left a beautiful dream and sentimental feeling too much, then we put everything to be prosperous. Until we start slowly from the youth to know you'd be so perfect, I was so pure. Later we learned to care about, learn to love, learn to care, the results of all changed. So when something too much, between the sour. We have no God like perception, not everything is absolutely perfect. Everyone has lost, even if the lost time each other not to comfort and encourage each other, and cruel to strike, torture, and what the meaning of the love. Also difficult to strange thing changeable man. Sometimes the aftertaste life is really a game a dream, invisible, elusive.
The flowers still, rain fall silent: drink a ladle of water not clear through the ages, V. melancholy, a cup of wine, vomit not to complete tertiary cycle: woe, the life also: flashy life, forget the smile: not crazy, don't cry separation.