2012年11月30日星期五

Waste of time and who

A mature, probably from the discovery of precious time. Began to cherish every yukooty的部落格fleeting morning. Hang around to wait and see a tree and flowers but do not indulge, because we know that they still have more important things to do. Hurried footsteps tread twilight fatigue returned saw one place Qiyan Petals, only nonstop sadly passing quietly shelved mind share romantic soft.

The naked material times, over and over bustling beauty, such as forest, shuttle which often people get confused vagrancy, can not wait and know what to我的美麗style do. The thing that strikes the ear time rolling, the dream has disappeared. I'm busy, I did not empty our sincere confession.

However, they found a man one day. Since then, everything has changed.

That is how a kind of inexplicable and unpredictable forces, every inch of the air seems to have blossomed in the eyes touch each other at the moment. An enchanted fragrance blowing hypnosis, people.

Any time there empty, as long as it is with you. Shopping, eating, shopping, hospital, cycling aimlessly, sitting in the the June garden pebbles trails, lots to talk about nonsense. Each respectively, standing in the alleys of the late-night pedestrian sparse, delay delay until watched you bitingbeecm 的網誌back and disappeared around the corner, only to slowly turn around.

When did you start to become a person often looked up at the night sky? In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, you had to take my hand gently, quietly said to me, last night on the balcony gazing the stars the moon, you think I. In each day and night, every minute of the loss of the gap, and with India under the mark locations, each song beecm 春天裡 music roundabout when ear. Wake up on a winter morning, cold light shines in the face, tears soaked hairline, find yourself smiling a silent cry.