眼角的泪水,文字里的忧伤,是为谁而伤心（The tears in the corner of the eye, the sadness in the words, who is sad for whom）.docVIP

眼角的泪水,文字里的忧伤,是为谁而伤心（The tears in the corner of the eye, the sadness in the words, who is sad for whom） The tears in the corner of the eye, the sadness in the words, who is sad for whom? In the morning, when the sun will rise first round, like a bloody rose, beautiful bloom in parallel to the line of the head, the sky red red sun, I can not ignore it, a daunting beauty, suddenly feel that time flies and has yet to record, it belongs to a second move, has been non-stop to catch the next seconds left, is a large blank and irreparable regret. However, throughout the heart, the heart of the memory of a city is hidden, because it has no entrance, but I still will be most willing to, those memories of their own, imprisoned in a cage to choose No one shows any interest in, forget the past, stood at the entrance to leave the memory, a memory of city and even if it has come to the end of the time, standing at the gate of the city, want to cry, but found that due to staying up late, red and swollen eyes have no tears. Today, just want to go to the end of time, to find the lost in time, those who have touched the aisle, want to do their own past, at this time, but incapable of action, sitting alone in the window, staring at the city, heavy traffic, suddenly found himself recently, become more and more silent, as if even the air around and began to oppress yourself, because after that a bustling, full of their last lonely? Perhaps, the reality is too much in the eyes, let me have to escape the idea of a permanent escape, suddenly feel a kind of mentality of the old, tired of their own, but can not find the reasons for leaving, restlessness, like a bird imprisoned in a cage, want to get rid of the shackles of incentive like the night, watching the street People are hurrying to and fro. an ultimate beauty, and now, who can pay attention to, an ordinary passerby, how lonely? The empty room, sitting alone in a corner of the window, think of those who have opinionated walls, now it i