很多事情,在刚刚开始就已经注定了是什么结局; 很多故事,因为是悲剧结尾所以才美丽得让人难忘. 。原来爱到飞蛾扑火是种堕落。
无处不伤心 ，轻尘在玉琴 。
突然发现自己很傻，傻的不行。我发誓，我笑了 ，笑的泪水模糊了双眼 。笑我这麽傻，总在重复着一些伤害。却还一直傻傻的期待。
走着走着 ，就累了，回忆都淡了；回头发现，你不见了 ，突然我乱了。
一生至少该有一次 ，为了某个人而忘了自己，不求有结果，不求同行，不求曾经拥有 ，甚至不求你爱我，只求在我最美的年华里，遇到你。
其实我盼望的 ，也不过就只是那一瞬 。
谢谢你这么执著的对我 。也许我不是你一切的一切，每天的每天 ，但决不是你生命的负担。
我不能拥有的太多、一切都只是幻想罢了。 我的心，这只野鸟，在你的眼睛里找到了天空 。
躺在床上望着天花板，习惯伤口的那把盐 ，那伤，在我心里一点点蔓延。习惯念着关于你的诗篇 。
一个人的世界，很安静 ，安静的可以听到自己的呼吸声和心跳声。是啊，我总是一个人，你从来不曾来过 ，我也从来不曾出现在你的世界。
这个世界上有许多事情 ，转过身的那一刹那，完全改变了。太阳落下去，而在她重新升起以前，有些事 ，就从此和你永别。
最痛苦的是，消失了的东西，它就永远的不见了 。却偏还要留下一根细而尖的针 ，一直插在你心头，一直拔不去，心一动它便会痛。
路这样长，生命这样短暂 ，浓雾又这样久久不肯散去，那么，要怎样才能告诉你 ，我已经来过了呢？
那个在不经意中，也许就改变了我一生的女孩。我相信总有一天 ，我们会在世界的屋顶再次相遇 。
(original author: the bonds if the dream)
marks all over the floor no worry province, dewy Langgan shadow.
Thin love is a lot of feelings, and the curvature is soft.
Night, dark covers the left hand, the left hand covered with the right hand. The fingertips have passed some ice cold.
I can forget to remember, let this feelings start and end and end.
But I can't forget you, I don't know where you have already been like a branding in my heart, I always remind me, I still love you.
A lot of things, I have been destined to end in just beginning; a lot of stories, because it is the end of the tragedy, so it is so unforgettable .. It turns out that the moth is falling.Perhaps, some people are destined to have a robbery of some people.
Just last year, how to tears.Nowhere is not sad, dust is in Yushan.
Many past events were so blurred in front of them. I have so convinced that it is so persistent, in fact, nothing, nothing ...
Suddenly discovered that they were stupid, stupid. I swear, I laughed, laughing tears blurred their eyes. Laughing, I am so stupid, always repeating some damage. But it is still silly expectation.
It seems habits waiting, simple thinking will come. Waiting for the happiness that I don't know if it can come.
Walking, tired, memories are light; looking back, you are gone, suddenly I am chaotic.
The dust is full of curtains, and it is really dark.
A few times, wipe the blue tears, and suddenly see the rhinoceros.
At least once, forget it, forget someone, don't ask for results, don't ask for peers, don't ask for it, even don't want you to love me, just ask in meIn the years, I met you.
I have never required it, you give me your life. So, in a long life, as long as you look back, that is a short moment.
As with flowers, it is still better, the more light aroma makes people attachment, the more lasting.
Thank you for your persistence. Maybe I am not everything about everything, every day, but it is never the burden of your life.
I can't have too many, everything is just a fantasy. My heart, this wild bird, found the sky in your eyes.
Who can drums, and break the horizon.
Dinnamless Yahua, a lady of tea smoke.habits, insomnia. It is used to silent nights.
Looking at the ceiling on the bed, the salt of the wound, that injury, a little spread in my heart. I am used to reading the poems about you.
I liked a piece of music for a while, listening to a period, I miss a period of time. Sitting in a period of time, I miss another time. What kind of mood would like that happening? At that time, were we meeting? Is it a meeting or missed? Or is there no ending?
There are many things in this world, the moment that turns over, completely changed. The sun falls, and before she reaches it, some things will never have to be with you.
The most painful thing is that there is something that will never see. But it is necessary to leave a never-tip of the needle, I have been inserting you, I can't pull it, my heart will hurt.
Only should see each other, it is todayLife.
Cannate this year, I still remember the Qing.
The road is long, life is short, the dense fog is refused for a long time, then, how can I tell you, I have been there?
The beauty and preciousness of youth is that it is innocent and innocent, where it can meet, is that it never returns back.
That is inadvertently, maybe changed my life. I believe that one day, we will meet again in the world's roof.
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