can not meet the war
If not, can not meet the war
If you don't know, then you may not love; if it does not meet, can be no war.
At the moment, my ears are stuffed with headphones, alone a person standing on the beach, watching the return ship. The horizon, such as blood. I will be very tight bite lips,poly bag supplieruntil the biting bleeding. I at the beach, with a round of sun of silence. You'll never see my heart flowing coastline as long as the tears. Those who had been carrying a love letter, a paper butterflies, clatter, have broken at the end.
I was a lonely boy. I hide in the corner, never really greedy people sympathetic eyes. I think that I exist is redundant. I will be overcome by one's feelings in a piece of paper to write the silent language of grief. The outdated emotion, never come back again. My dream, never has nothing to do with happiness. I miss the Moon Song of the wind. Tonight, I put a thin night windbreaker, bathed in cool breeze, flying.
Those gentle melody fall after a rise in the ear. The kite was missing the wind far. We brush past. The distance between each time is pulled more and more far. Originally,make plastic bag we just pass. Be very upset heart, finally settled. Flying and falling thoughts, like a broken kite line, spinning in the air for the final struggle, finally completely into the sea.
Perhaps, in every love will be wrapped with more or less or strong or weak or deep or shallow warm and sorrow. In my heart you wandering around, could this be love. When love was an end, we are choosing to the left or right. You and I will have a future. I say love never pass by, and you say love never even if, then, we meet is doomed to be a mistake.
Love in the castle, lived a melancholy prince. He was waiting for him to dream of the princess. The princess has not appeared. His eyes filled with inexplicable sad start. The solitude of the ivy on the wall into an ancient poetry. Love in the fingertip pale into a faint light. Prince mind only warmth and hope for the thinning. The princess was still there. This story, for you, it just a story. You never know the prince's sadness. Because you never lack of love. For what.
The summer sun well. We stand side by side, hand in hand, said to have been so down. Dragonfly on your beautiful skirt for. You stick your tongue out at me funny face, but I only want to hold your nose and not let go. We pity. The fruit of love in the midsummer exudes charming fragrance. And finally, finally you still left me. When you snuggle up someone's shoulder and passed me, we pretended not to recognize each other. At that moment, we become the most familiar strangers in the world. But my eyes but do not allow me to stick in your body. In the moment you back, I see the reflection in your black eyes that small himself so be utterly routed.
Ripe and plump is needs to pay a price, mature is not perfect, is not equal to a full. Love is actually very subtle, sometimes into the bone marrow cut like a knife, sometimes a flash evaporation out. Meet at the corner of love who. Whether there is the beauty of love. Meet at the corner of love who. If you drop tears. In the corner of love the moment, I would rather not meet ever love. I shook my head, go on, maybe in the next crossing,Offshore company I will meet a new love.
If you don't know, then you may not love; if it does not meet, can be no war.
At the moment, my ears are stuffed with headphones, alone a person standing on the beach, watching the return ship. The horizon, such as blood. I will be very tight bite lips,poly bag supplieruntil the biting bleeding. I at the beach, with a round of sun of silence. You'll never see my heart flowing coastline as long as the tears. Those who had been carrying a love letter, a paper butterflies, clatter, have broken at the end.
I was a lonely boy. I hide in the corner, never really greedy people sympathetic eyes. I think that I exist is redundant. I will be overcome by one's feelings in a piece of paper to write the silent language of grief. The outdated emotion, never come back again. My dream, never has nothing to do with happiness. I miss the Moon Song of the wind. Tonight, I put a thin night windbreaker, bathed in cool breeze, flying.
Those gentle melody fall after a rise in the ear. The kite was missing the wind far. We brush past. The distance between each time is pulled more and more far. Originally,make plastic bag we just pass. Be very upset heart, finally settled. Flying and falling thoughts, like a broken kite line, spinning in the air for the final struggle, finally completely into the sea.
Perhaps, in every love will be wrapped with more or less or strong or weak or deep or shallow warm and sorrow. In my heart you wandering around, could this be love. When love was an end, we are choosing to the left or right. You and I will have a future. I say love never pass by, and you say love never even if, then, we meet is doomed to be a mistake.
Love in the castle, lived a melancholy prince. He was waiting for him to dream of the princess. The princess has not appeared. His eyes filled with inexplicable sad start. The solitude of the ivy on the wall into an ancient poetry. Love in the fingertip pale into a faint light. Prince mind only warmth and hope for the thinning. The princess was still there. This story, for you, it just a story. You never know the prince's sadness. Because you never lack of love. For what.
The summer sun well. We stand side by side, hand in hand, said to have been so down. Dragonfly on your beautiful skirt for. You stick your tongue out at me funny face, but I only want to hold your nose and not let go. We pity. The fruit of love in the midsummer exudes charming fragrance. And finally, finally you still left me. When you snuggle up someone's shoulder and passed me, we pretended not to recognize each other. At that moment, we become the most familiar strangers in the world. But my eyes but do not allow me to stick in your body. In the moment you back, I see the reflection in your black eyes that small himself so be utterly routed.
Ripe and plump is needs to pay a price, mature is not perfect, is not equal to a full. Love is actually very subtle, sometimes into the bone marrow cut like a knife, sometimes a flash evaporation out. Meet at the corner of love who. Whether there is the beauty of love. Meet at the corner of love who. If you drop tears. In the corner of love the moment, I would rather not meet ever love. I shook my head, go on, maybe in the next crossing,Offshore company I will meet a new love.