唯美忧伤（Aesthetic sadness）.docVIP

唯美忧伤（Aesthetic sadness） Years of covering these past, fleeting, hurriedly cast a sad. The years covered by the flowers, all you by a blank. Bustling sad end to the past, do not despair, mundane to the most beautiful very touching. To, for those who are unable to fulfill the promise, the deepest love in life, finally scattered clouds. Who will smoke scattered, scattered and bond; listen to the broken strings, the three thousand are broken. A fleeting dream song watch fireworks cracked water moon. The ends of life, we stand on each side of the shore. Meet with edge water, lofty and die, only one, waiting for the next time a broken mirror joined together. Hold the old, confined space, all of a sudden to The end of life. People always look out a mirage and insubstantial objects but my fingers smoke, earth thousands of years. Straight lovesickness useless, is not nuisance melancholy mad. One day from two empty, what love, what what amazing laugh. You have hate, love is too slow, let me retreat dilemma. The far edge, edge over whether to gather, back ashore. Humanity, deep sea, not Acacia half. The sea has long, Acacia boundless river. You gave me a drop of tear, and I saw the ocean in your heart. I would rather we have not done, I hope we never forget. Began to miss, that once held in the hands of desolate years, as well as those who have loved and hated people. No matter how lonely and confused the figure will be gifted with an extraordinary retentive memory. Always in the casual year. On the other side. Even if the discovery is long. I always wonder if my memory lives on the other side of The Strip, and my rings are dying at the end of The Strip. There is a bear is actually contain a kind of strength, there was a silence is shaking confession. Only a sense of fate, a review, so that I think of the king and the evening. I am waiting for life, not for the moment you ningmou. Open Hongmeng, who is love? Only for romantic love. Fading is true while flowering is past. Fadin