Vientiane chosen by human love sky
or should hope so keep a keen
I believe that there are a kind of love within your reach
and forever beyond the grasp in the hand grip of passion which sometimes
will be reduced to ashes but in my heart can never grow old
yearning lust crazy because all the tears are vain Siyi
I remember a friend once asked me what type of love figs?
This is what I have been afraid to touch the problem, not afraid of him too heavy, but filled my mind how the text can not interpret it Xinsui. Some may find it less than a short time, such as the breeze blowing means tip; some of the time and thick enough that it does not open, like Mei Xiang fascinated mind. that is why, when some of the problems of love can not always explicit, but clinging to the faint at heart!
What is love? The passion is fleeting it? Finally in the hand will be burnt to ashes thing? Life time is in my heart grow new things?
love what is it? Daiyu antecedent is the striking cough blood in the veil? Zhao curtain or westerly, thinner than yellow? Or just before or since Meng Jiang surprise those who spent months rolling tears shame?
and love of our age, perhaps until the end of life, will mark the end of the period. Love and memory like water and ice. Young, we love chasing the water, when the Chinese grow old, not young, love ice crystals like memories in our hearts accumulated precipitation, sunset, ship dock, we will Chujingshengqing, past one by one surface ... ...
love has always been a very complicated emotion, the moment from the heart, mixed emotions too much, back and forth sweet and bitter battle, the impression of endless ... ... read some prose about love, description love, hate, and indifference relations: Because I have deeply loved, so I learned to hate, when I was really calm and those who love began negligible, so I learned to forget, and gradually become numb and cold ... ... The results of love are only two: combine separation; until Xinrusihui, will slowly come to accept the cruel reality Looking back at the road traveled, loved, hated, painful, that reveals traces of a broken heart an attachment without complaint ... ...
love really is beautiful because they can not have it? Love and be loved sometimes in conflict, when the two are not mutually exclusive, must give up one, in the end will hurt! When the face I love and who love me, I would choose the hurt who? How sad, I love a mystery, I'm not sure of her feelings, but the real feelings of love but my people really pay, because I too deeply in love with a person, so I understand that is painful to lose heart, so to retain the most pure emotion, in the years to come pay homage to, journeying waiting for the people that I love, silently comforted the people that love me ... ... I think a
Shu Ting for the
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