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apollokiq · Wysłany: Pon 12:47, 21 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Can not we sad

late, cold autumn night, water, looked around the lamp in a high-rise buildings connected one to go out. I like more and more quietly into the black until the stars become dim. This package is dazzling neon city, and stop the noise and publicity, began showing a weary gesture.

so I threw himself into the darkness, to precipitate from the king of all the color in the color sense something different. Wind gently roll up my hair, brushed my cheek [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], can not help but think of a word you said: black hair, black eyes, black clothes, this is your unique logo.

tonight, did not want to write something to let time slip away from us so quietly, the wind itself into a tree, and the breeze, accompanied by the moon, the quiet exclusive between heaven and earth . However, the text you sent me made me indulge in this alone no longer a quiet night, just because you ah, did you ever understand why?

my interpretation of the most simple way to tell you, in the most beautiful when he met a person of your best, be considered a kind of happiness? If the day before, maybe I will not hesitate to say: Because the same problem, the book's answer is: in the most beautiful when he met a best for you, perhaps the greatest tragedy is, because if you can not go on, perhaps the most beautiful heart will always stay pain. Such a pain, but also who can replace?

only if we begin to think we will go all the way, will eventually hurt because of love, is not to think too early. A fruit from seed, to grow a small bud, then bloom, lively only after seeing the last of the fruit is sour or sweet? Not be happy to pay to enjoy this process? When is the most beautiful flowers, fruit, when in the most abundance of income, according to the order of things, it would have been step by step manner, is not even close to the nature of things it? If the flowers have not yet formed, to think fruit is not sweet, is this is the cart before the horse?

I always hope that we can use the most natural way to face life and accept emotions. In the world of love, no one to whom the comparison a little more, not I, who promised the heart of anyone who promises a life by their own hands to create. In fact, many of the time we are betting that fifty percent probability of success or failure? Happy or sad? In such a young age, the failure even if there is really no harm? As long as we maintain our enthusiasm and innocence that the others do not bow to the secular, then the big deal is over again. In their youth, the most terrible is not missed, not fault, nor is the pain after the fall tumble, but numb, like the mouth are not careful to eat a mouthful of pepper [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then even if you like sweet honey, you also do not feel.

Thus, the wound became an excuse, you can confidently sink, can do anything the pain will be passed on to someone else's head, despite the best time ground into a sharp knife, his love Faith had a knife a knife to cut into the maple leaf, autumn rain can not stand that became an instant face to None, people sigh of air.

I am not a Buddhist, but I respect the Buddha, so I asked the Buddha: If you encounter people who can love, but fear can not grasp how to do? Buddha said: the number of remaining human love, a thousand welcome Ukiyo change; and lovers, happy to do something, do not ask that robbery is the edge?

Yes ah, and the lovers, happy to do things, that process is how pleasant ah! Why care about is the calamity is the edge? All the vagaries of the world, perhaps today's edge is tomorrow's robbery, perhaps time is the antidote to the future and now you think that is poison, and maybe some results, really need to understand that after five years, and you're like five minutes come up with an answer within.

look at you from the childish off Melancholy infected children into a teenager, I'm really happy for you both for your concern. Rejoice in your growth, know how to care about a person, to cherish a feeling. No need to deliberately think about from a person, so naturally she walked into your life. When you eat, you will think she is busy and forget to eat; in your sleep you will again and again urged her to sleep when you wake up, you will think of her, exposing for the same morning dew pure smile. Even just a few minutes to work, you would imagine her leaning against the window of the car, sleeping like micro Waizhaonaodai, his face was soothing warmth of the sun, exposing shallow smile gently. So you will often self-deprecating [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], saying that he spoke without a brain. Can so as not to be another sieve sieve sieve the sediment, reveals the essential breath of the earth.

although you still so young, but you already feel the community is very real, life is cruel, you think you can show love, love is just in the shop windows is = one too extravagant decorations, even if you mind a thousand times, a thousand times the want to have her. You only embrace a dream and then hurried to her side walked a hurry, to rush, without a moment's stay. Your so determined to give up, just as you start the same. Only between the beginning and end, beautiful is the process. You said you never made love [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is this the most severe penalty is love?

I would not say I care about, and some words said, just like the stars also shine last night, tonight may be laid hold on the trail. Some things done, and to only choose to forget. As time, never going before. So there is no if, and only really, really the case.

only gradually starting in the autumn, I can feel coming from your city again and chill. You go to work tomorrow, plus a jacket that had it! A really clean your blue shirts, as our heads that a blue sky, and your lips smile rising, just like white clouds, blooming heartily Fanghua juvenile. So I choose to forget, forget the color blue is sad, that Mama forgot your brow light touch of melancholy uneven.

I often wondered why the fall of the word is a word of Wo seedlings word plus a fire, because when unripe wheat seedlings grown into full time, fall to really come up? So I often see wheat in the autumn wind bowed his head in humility, bowed deeply toward the earth, not be sad to leave, and only a mature and elegant, in humility, the collection of deep gratitude.

only certain things, to me, perhaps too late; for you, maybe too early. So, let's have occurred but for the smile! With a thankful heart, to re-start. Only this time, can we not sad?