2014年01月13日

With half half smile with shame

Water without a trace of smile, bleak mottled sad, because the sun in the winter, elegance is a quicksand, pale is a period of time, the winter when they stretched out in the sun like thin hands, look at that with some warm shallow sunlight flying in the fingertips gently, let the mottled colors to decorate the desolate season, failure, in which the old and old time, slowly open font inside those intense sadness, hiding the long bones soft like the clear water like, in this winter of give me a clean heart like comfort, but also brought me a coolness.
There's some time, walking alone in the streams of people busily coming and going in the sea, suddenly feel like the world is so be misfits, everything has nothing to do with me, but also with all independent, just empty do not know what should go where, there's some time I want to care about yourself, but found that many times you also won't ask people whether they feel hot love, so give yourself a reason for the tears, but did not give yourself a chance to tears, strong and weak, at the end of his light a few those fleeting story silently next transition.

Looking back, cannot keep time, Ningmou, could not pull the time, light years may go too fast or go too slow, a lot of the time walk, suddenly feel some quiet, quiet that they can clearly hear the heart cry, suddenly some fear, afraid of myself so accustomed to the loneliness, indulge in self-admiration in their own world, in the other side of the road, I daydream of happiness, I think smile, laugh as stiff, but no longer without scruple to feel, and how to lay down clear words, when this world let me go less flat time, I would think as much as possible to avoid, as far as possible to camouflage, again and again in the baptism, the once pure as in the past the follow me, but less to people before the show.
Always in the midnight, I was shocked, and time to look, or, across time and look at themselves, I, lost a lot, so I was in the middle of the night to open the computer, a person quiet and bitter words to a self analysis of open heart, that let me feel pain, I understand in fact, not numb, accumulation but from the heart, from fantasy to life the truth Xuyan, who's back and forth, had to sit idly by, I looked at, these drifting, unable to change the expression of regret, feel more and more and the original own stray too far, too far, hope at that moment his bow the hidden heart, those thoughts still boiling.
When all the days do not change without sorrow, when all the decisions are not on the go all lengths, seemed years so, seemed empty, no song, no dream, be reduced to fragments, some timid pale, mottled with some strange, when I really understand that helpless and persistence is the two largest betrayals in life, but I still in the struggle, until tired want to vent his time, only to realize that a Zhuixin pain, tried to palm vein along to draw those who continued, is not that I can't let go, just a lot of East West why still so clear, a free the lonely hearts are like what was imprisoned, the dark like lingering want to tear tear not bad, that red bewitch feelings to spread not, in the depths of the soul interweave shine in the self has been the underdog, so I had been used and in silence to interpret their own love hate concubine.  


Posted by litchi at 12:13減gぃん
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