Twilight sadly, time safe and sound; people with smoke forgotten, ordinary story, carving of the time, with a sad; ordinary people, pick up some touched, twisting a floral, meditation time lanes, see the other shore, be firm and secure lives. Meditation time Lane Street, facing the sea, watching the spring Maggie Beauty.
Standing in the field of hope, have a look the sky floating white clouds, bow smile, fingers gently, the sun sets. Missing fog up the house, maze degree, memories about the time zero zero pieces, like a pair of scattered to puzzle, in scrabbled insufficiency of the youth, like a long and hasty dream. I like looking at the sky clear eyes, setting sun twilight, Gu Teng Yin, barren years BC they have. Looking back at once, write memory, keep the lights, pray.
After the cold of winter, the wind blows the smoke curl upwards, green life along the warm sun climbed up the time window, and is an international dawn morning has come, it is a year spring of hope hug and kiss the earth.
The winter days snow sealed with MI Mandala dreams, the roaring wind blowing rock and roll youth; frozen in Snow gleams white. town warmly life, with a gentle powerful speech fondly called the return spring.
Spring is coming and going, the flowers will bloom again. Life's Ferry, you and I are passing, after lingering tangled, draw further apart, again without interleaving; sail against the current, dream of you, love you, also is wrong, is a blessing or a curse, joy and sorrow, have be of no great importance, because, I had taken your joys and sorrows, leave or deep or shallow mark, you might be a head looking back at the moment, I think of your smile.
When spring comes, in the life of this warm land, sowing the seeds of hope. Life, need a period of endurance time, or painful, or tragic, let people mature, deep and a happy, a sad heart,. As the dream and reality meet on on a narrow path, everyone's hearts are a measure of what is right and what is wrong standard, it has nothing to do with the natural wind and rain, not romantic themes, independent of traditional code of conduct, only about their own feelings, only about their own life style and attitude. Each story, right and wrong, joy and sorrow, wonderful or sad, have start and end it doomed, there is no need for us to other people's stories, stay too long, touching her grief, and it didn't give up, walked, pay, peace of mind, go to start writing the next the story, betting new feelings, the harvest of new perception, Maggie Beauty to start a new life, new journey, continue to live your life.
In the spring season, long-distance through love, the harvest of a growth. From the pain in the fire ashes, than a moth to burn completely, even more magnificent than the flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum. Surely, one world, one story, a governor, wind and fog, a pear snow, in a dream, we will no longer be a person indulge in self-admiration the scenery, life skew wind showers will always make people at ease and leisure in the light quickly awakens, also will dilute all years scars; life is a talking past, no rehearsal and rehearsal story gives us a real emotional touching, teach us a face red paths of ups and downs, out of years of haze, regain time on the other side of a sun, through the long distance.
As spring like woman, the harvest of a warm heart of happiness. The air swaying of the rainbow, a moment before, for it a moment of beauty and gentle, need a After rain the sky looks blue. sunny, the clouds disperse the haze; transient love, gone, keep it III linger and love, need a clear acceptance, resolve contradictions of life. The unsettled life, sometimes smile, sometimes black, need a beam of sunshine, no lights the candle lit night, let the love a little impact, more stability; a little friction, a fusion; less greed, more happiness. Soft time, is the persistent, desolate waiting. Years, when, the pace is very light, but woke up time; go, fast, but calm wind and rain, healed wound.
Time silent, time Speechless, love no results, only the first love; there is no answer, only to pay. Meditation time Lane Street, facing the sea, through the years of the The Strip, watching the other shore. Stumbling is life, stop and go is life, we just forget, love the sky; our heart with words, the hand with the language of love, Baiyun, convergence impetuous, through the lonely night Maggie Beauty.