A gentle sigh, sat silently the computer, familiar with screen, familiar keyboard. Finger habitually on, only to discover that the mouse is a little strange, after all, had a period of time didn't write it.
Silence is too much, forget the too much, the exiled memory bit linger in between eyes. Is as ephemeral as, was over, but remain in heart. Thoughts had decadent, appearance had gaunt, state of mind once broken, just changed, sigh, the world of mortals already samsara. Between
For a long time not to touch the text, no longer pursue those broken worry, just go again demonstrate the, would still go back to the original ideas, disappointed, the statement of this statement, lingering feeling sorrow, collateral myself.
For a long time not to record the mood, forget the silent reading white, don't know whether he could quietly describing inner discomfort and stray, only know that can't find the export of text, Elisabeth vogler other still is the only hope. Always like those sad words, like that between the lines through light taste. Someone said I changed, become no longer reads naughty, actually, just grew up and learned how to learn to adapt to the social various interpersonal, learned to disguise themselves, learn tolerance and understanding. Just eyes still shine, not random idea, just habitual hidden depressive, the habit of not like to reveal. Too much too much, show if you read between the lines, printed on the years shadow.
The midnight and all the southern and quiet, just some turmoil of the thoughts, we can't forget to go to sleep, thinking about recent a variety of, call me at a loss. Mobile phone music always stood the first ZhouChuanXiong "won't shut the window", traveled the very far very far... Some say the quiet of the midnight is the most sober, thoughts and I was to say, the more quiet, mood, the more confused like falls, can't find maple leaf direction.
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July Is Helpless Season |
Don't understand yourself whether in a certain time to forget the meaning of life, to the frenzy to in one way away in the dark, so choose the quiet, choose the one sky. The room began again the familiar melody, but be quiet closing, let the endless read want to wandering around.
When looking at the calendar, just discover oneself such has been three years, really tired of troops this kind of life. In three years, and I don't know how many of the youth to stand up three years of waste, and they knew that they silence, and how much waste.