Life is a dream, a dream, such as time. I look back, always high in the sky, never thought of a happy end, it is still a paradise? I do not know the melancholy parting. This life you I have rubbed shoulders the rim of the intersection in a life wrongly inn. Wandering mind to rest a moment in your harbor, it belongs to you in my life journey.
You meet a person that you love him more, then you will always lose. Then you meet another, he loves you more, then you will sooner or later leave him. One day you meet someone, you love each other. Finally you understand that all of the search, but also a process. Before the End of the World, and now within your grasp.
Fingertips on the keyboard alone to draw the curve, the text on the LCD screen on the flower bloom, but I do not know who can really read my heart sad? Is there someone by your side you on the roof, to enjoy the city of moonlight?
Or the vast sea of people there seemed always more you love someone, or someone else love you more, love to be able to have two people with each other almost certainly is hard to find, so people have so many satisfied restless, in pursuit of self-seeking life without regret.
It gives a strange silence and trust depend on the strength of feeling of being misunderstood by others do not like defense, a look of a word can take the hint to each other, feel each other how much sense without regrets. We are just ordinary people, as long as two people with diligent hard work, concerted efforts, and life will sweeter than honey.
Life in the necessary perseverance is necessary, such as the cause of upholding the ideal of love. Every moment of every individual's decision with the ideal and the reality of trade-off persistent and volatile up and down, every decision affecting their lives and the future. Some people say that since the chosen, no regrets on Ann Heart, but many people choose are based on the then future confusion and uncertainty and pick the best at the time that the most appropriate, not necessarily the ideal of.
Flutters about in a few years vast, flowers open over the hills to do. Transitory man on earth, I repeated the conclusion of an affair; vast East River, passing me the number of Things Past; breeze moon, pierced me how many hearts; discouraged lights, shine me a few screens fantasy. Who the moon pool, the willow on midnight. Where Are You? Knowledge fragrance dreams several times. Sail past the banks of thousands of East River Bridge, except not see your Seduction, you dressed in white in the fly, bright eyes little bit of fluorescent, my heart will always be the most beautiful appearance.
Dream lover had a dream, the dream seems to also get out of a dream lover, ask how many people on earth to find their dream is to have been expected, will be able to explain the vast solitude of the Red earthly, to adhere to and achieve their desired dreams until the person is still small. Life's a shortcoming, it is difficult really have satisfactory. Perfect material, spiritual emptiness; spiritual perfection, and material deprivation. I realize that he is a layman or already degenerated into ordinary laity, and that is: the kind of super-popular! Love, formerly in the horizon, now is the End of the World.
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