every word is sharp - Regardless　of Rain

No language, the deepest...... The deep and shallow imprint, and finally to a paper - thin. How not to live Xijinqianhua, dressed in a white moonlight. Remove the armor, pear blossoms under whose window ? The summer wind, blowing sand. Be fatigued with the journey Road, cut theemotions back yoke. Take an oath devoutly Nobel in green, white and red thin between talented. Believe it, your evil! Injury, it is complete! Grow old myth, lost horizon. Affection such as paper thin, half sentence commitment. Who understand how much the unspeakable in this? One hundred kinds of fireworks, no one knows .

The road ahead is a process, a process of water scenery, more experience, more indifferent. Recall past all, seems to have every hundred years, and years of ups and downs, in between sunrise and sunset become a thing of the past. Once the dream around the soul, like a flash in the pan . Is I changed, or the heart no longer brave, remember very clearly my own love, pain, sacrifice too, everything become interlude in the life, love and hate to read aloud a final glance enlightenment into shallower Mengli flowers. It was late at night, a person alone watching the stars blink, may have the vicissitudes, close your eyes, tears lost the compass direction.

I want you to accompany me, but I can not say the final. If love is a charity, then it's not. The new commitment, not to meet, have a moment, each other is the fire, the moment, read up are wrong. Finally, loneliness, withstand the temptation, bland no Buddha, heart is cold. No longer involved, everything is put aside. Love song many times, just wasted a mirage, insubstantial objects. The sky is overcast with no rain, as I have some sad, but will not cry. Bloom to see the Buddha, why? Flowers do not open, do not live? Confusion and embarrassment has risen in not much difference between, my dictionary .

The throb of windblown sand in the wind, heart, hot with surging, want to return to the original, but in the illusory completed the promise of certainty. No, the other side of this bridge is built, the shadow strong to retreat. Gain or epiphany, worth mentioning, who can say who is who, who's kind of deep feeling root!

Every time the forecast of rain, just blow breeze, each said forever, just short of the scenery. At that moment, I thought it was meant to be. That year the rain stumble, that life will love. All the original can be relieved, yesterday is a memory, today is a bear. When the power of love are not mature, the vicissitudes of life vividly glabellum. To understand, without the longest time, silent blessing the most true.

Days away, the first good, leaving a scene of broken walls. Life is just like the first sight, is the dream of a day. Has not learned to shuffle, the fate has begun a thousand. Nowhere to dodge the ordeal, but take the situation is speechless. An empty flower Fu between human feeling is like running water, clear. Be careful not brave, began to reconcile oneself to one's situation. A person to adhere to the end of the love, how much courage? The lost time shallow, who is forever, who is immutable and frozen obsession! Two days of white, who painted the spring drift, who pull the black eye in summer! Empty jietan, shore side, separated by an impassable chasm.

There is a love called drops, scattered suspended in the fingertips of cardamom. When I think of you, wind whimpered harp, rain tears Wine Co. If today's outcome can be predicted, but also understand, the pledge is just a moment of honor. If I were you I met the most beautiful, why your eyes in the tear of the entanglement transfer! To read, and then back to the past. Meet in a leaf on the wind, love the twilight disseminated. Bath fire burning into flame, I'm close to touching, a second burning charcoal. Empty room, lonely in the spread and intensified alone, who can say they can always bear the arrow Ling later cut. Booking a wisp of autumn wind, blowing gentle and passionate. If you follow me into the lake colorful auspicious clouds, the Handan graceful, only for you one way, all the passion bloom. Don't blame a pen, compassion story, self torture. Don't give those flowers and verdant, if I crazy, every word is sharp, cut once.