Monday, May 16, 2011

Make love with the wind

The greatest pain is not over , but memories. Looking back bit by bit , feeling like an hourglass , even that they have invested more, and then pay More, it will be a little bit of sand or flow away , and finally in his grasp, only breeze , and his tears had dried by the wind !
; only people make you love the sweetest smile , but it also gives you the most real pain ! While sad memories are good, as this point the only beautiful, on the bottom of my heart forever ... at least to the collection , there will be reason to smile ! ! !
every day in the event of a life experience, a dream in reality, wasted every day , so feel lonely. Miss , is a pain, faint pain ! Seldom come , but lingering , miss , is a pain, unforgettable pain! Infrequently , the still deeply ! have thought that as time goes by, the love will fade away like the night-blooming cereus -like , but , still , when in a casual , like a passing breeze heart , such as knife -like clear Miss , from the tireless , extremely painful! Noticing, has invaded the blood, piercing Tongrugusui ......
gone so long , finally woke up from a dream , to understand the willing ! Willing , there are homes have too , to understand the true happiness is down ! was not happy , because not lay down , immersed in pain , and now learned to forget and understand that there are down only
is happy ! Painful than the past , and
a memory !
good memories , but occasionally appear instantly in the mouth that
smile , smile and forget it ......
Dry the tears of the last to miss fall , and yesterday's play
do not love , has become the past. the leaves not because of
pursuit of wind, nor is the tree does not retain . But
understand what he wants , the real concern , point
drops love, simple life , warm day ...

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