The world of mortals on the safety of the flower.That seems later than meet hate the premature met in front of passers-by, will become a passenger behind him.Get to know each other too late the whole wind yan beauty.Will rub shoulders with you, no time to look up to.Could not say goodbye, from the hill across the river.This side is the end of the world, to look at was once the sea, the winter of flowers waning moon.Meet decree by destiny, away from the flower floats through.Scenery meeting as that.Always fell on the thoughts of winter, no matter how glaciers to the bone.How snow drift, a persistent heart.Have been searching for.Day the sky of dark unknown micro fall was covered by snow, hot-blooded teenager.Ever will, but never stop.From spring to winter.From winter to the days shortage, has guarded the.Never reveal thoughts.
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The world of mortals meet, time has been old.Years how many not flowers, meet through the ages is a subtle.And the holy things, love in the world of mortals.With the former left by accumulation and dispersion, the latter to the former's departure.Meet and deeply, once it has been said.Have the fate to meet people.No matter how big circle around each other, will be in a casual.We can still meet again meet, actually this kind of story.Just tell me.Therefore, there are a lot of people believe it.And walked into the fate of the moments.
The feelings of the world, only separated by a distance.Some feelings because of distance and become better, and some good because of the distance.To encourage each other, to make way.Full of sunshine into the happiness.Warm for each other, but sometimes.Distance is really a, verify the feelings of a time machine.Therefore, some people insist on because of it.Because believe that through the distance.Spring breeze, is what is left of someone away because of it, because believe in front of the unknown.Therefore halfway hurry away,
So the years gone far, people in the future.Is a bosom friend, through fellowship is one year.In life, some people go.In the years, some people go separately.Met on the ferry, and some people.Walking is not, some strangers.Walk together, I still don't know to some people.Where will meet, and where will leave early.Life is short, cherish meet.So the meeting is the fate, is met.In your life.Time is a feast of love is a stick.Time passes through the snow, is a time of life is like.The song listening to quiet good alone, love is a meet.A fallen petal, is also a accumulation and dispersion.Life is beautiful for affection.Time for love to remain.
On the safety of blooms, spent the night table.A rain FangNian, meet the bamboo pose the moss, a past time under the rain.Scattered no secrets, that scene, month is.Is again good, the cold winds blow.Jasper blushing breeze, solidification under a month.Off the night alone, leaving a quiet good.
A time of life.Scattered once, you said that the rain in the wind.Is you've been chasing the dream, and winter snow.Are you have scattered flowers, flowers are different.Exaggerated.After many years, every flake of season.Will think of the once, is both beautiful and fly.Is both sad and silence, and a heavy snow.A fallen petal, the cool breeze to take along the missing.Silent solidified the sea.Beautiful flowers on their past, the rain from time to time.All the way a flower, a bodhi.This life the meet, meet the bloom.
Walking through a section of the road, always see some scenery.Stay for a period of time, always leaves a little story.In fact most of the time.We all know that every story, there is always a beautiful ending.Just the ending too vicissitudes of life, is too beautiful, until the final break, competitive revealed a beautiful sadness.In the wake of sadness in spreading the bleak, desolate silence.Years in one scene, in casual place, in life there are always a snow, floating in the dead of night, a loose, a flange.A snow.Only time fragrance, fallen petal quiet good.
The road of life, always all the way through.The feelings of life, always rub shoulders get together all the way.This world, someone will stop due to understand you, or someone will leave because of misunderstanding.To go and stay, we are grateful.Because of the resonance.So don't leave, the way of life.The world of mortals the ferry.There are always some people not to fraternize.No longer bother, but also have been never left.Just as if time will be met.At the shore with the corner of this world, from now on a beautiful spring.
Life in the wind.Some scene, always in time, playing away, some leaves.Floats through the branches, flying with the wind, this season, such memories.Don't know how long can also demonstrate in years, but I know the road, will leave some accident, we can't anticipate much expected also become accustomed to.Life is so.Years followed, also walked through the sea of time.Borrow past that silent silence, wandering in the end of the world that belongs to his.
Time to say goodbye, there is always a unable to talk to.Standing at the end of the precious little yi, count ran out before dusk, put it out of the dusk every season: static precious little water, always with the feelings of one kind or another, walk alone into the freezing rain in the wind, feel the every season brings another quiet well,
The cold wind blowing.Scattered on the safety of mortals, past.
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