Sunday, May 3, 2009

Who is Who

If it is not that rain, there would be no chance of that encounter. Then Istill calm of life, I will not name in a can not miss like wandering in the back and forth. Is that the wet rain my silence, but also wet my lonely heart for many years. let me dream of withered over the years, there has been little new to the green. You are just in the moment in the rain, go to my window, like a tiny bullet-you Butterfly rain. If I did not at that moment looking out the rise, there will be no rain to see you in the window. In that case, that the rain in my life will not have any significance, I will not be difficult to forget a troubled sincerity. everything If nothing is no longer a hypothesis. As a poem written as The past can not silver jewelry stop, no one can go to retain the. well pretty girl, white on the long scara little bit of rain, like the plum blossom in full bloom after another. ups and downs of the breast as small tide, surging in the non-stop.you then stood, like a charming the science , quietly listening to the rain-ming pure. that moment I would like to open the door you come to disturb you I am afraid, I can only see you across the window to see your long hair loose, gently in the wind to float, such as the chase for many years I feel. When the rain stopped, when the Yang Guan Yang shed from the sky, I know you will like the fly away like butterflies, but I can not find any reason to retain you, and even find an excuse for inquiry Your names and place of residence. woodenly I can only watch you gently leave a blink of an eye, disappeared in the crowd such as the flow. time for water in the past day by day, and I have to stand on a daily basis I do not know why the window afford to look out the window, as if looking forward to once again only butterflies flying in my window. and one after another in the ground floor of the rain, and did not rain once again to see you in the window. Sometimes I in the crowd through, expect the crowd to meet with you, I have been from early summer to late autumn walk, we have only seen the face of gloomy faces, we have only seen the yellow leaves, flying in the wind. replica louis vuitton purse jewelry a day ed hardy bracelet sitting on it, I do not know their music is sad, or belonging to a cup of tea. not a night I will never dare to fall asleep, dream of doing too worried about the United States. on a solitary guard then afford sat, immersed in boundless loneliness in
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