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About on a rainy season

of Walking alone in the torrential rain, do not know is where, where to, thought already written the last inch of yearning, began with the rain, July light spread, endless touching. When can I will be the last one inch faint thoughts completely written, completely out of my body, no longer affects the mind, affects the past because of the missing.

We were in the eaves, listen quietly the beauty, slowly in the rain all the quiet, slowly to, the whole world seems to be only rain - shortness of summer and dripping wet of the rain; We also are soluble in the slowly, slowly disappeared in the rain, there will be no other,

of About is on a late autumn evening, I stepped on his shadow step by step and yellowed leaves, in the dark, mottled shadows, flow form on the ups and downs of fallen leaves, like a fallen leaf aloes will also with the sunset refreshing wen wan, free way; Was also in this kind of atmosphere, we had met pick up memories of each other, with a quiet sad or idle sorrow frustrated; Is lonely and lonely, is lonely and lonely, is autumn and the heart of rebirth, is met after the rebirth and reincarnation; You and me hand in hand, mutual loneliness and solitude of acacia, autumn, heart and reincarnation story, everything is more beautiful in the sunset; Just helpless youfind online, autumn wind is strong, blew away the sunset, also blew away the dream the magpie bridge.

About is on a winter night, call you wake up from a dream, it is the tears of canthus remind me - you have real existence, winds will chill into already, outside the window of the pillow appears to have frozen tears, hard as front, thick camouflage split in the past, never feel so helpless, such a weak; Think you, when even breathing is pain heart bone, willing to go to sleep, not awake. The wind stops, but like someone was knocking in the door, oh, I`d like to book is yesterday you; Silent tears delimit falls, evening of the pillow is on the tears, I think I am wrong, why let her accompany me cry, in this winter.

Don`t know is when serviced apartments, I began to look forward to the arrival of spring, over other time of the four seasons; And I still thinking about:

Why? It comes in the envelope, has not sent?

Finally, I decided to call in all the memories of you, with the oldest stone mill one by one by ground into powder; Originally, all about your happiness, anger, sadness, joy, sorrow, huan, and each has its own unique color and luster, into the dripping wet rain, flowers in the spring, rain, then magically change into the warm in the summer, and fall the charm of the infinite, winter silent again. Soluble in the torrential rain, mingled with endless,

of If yes, rain has stopped, you again next time, what time it is? About is on a late autumn evening, I stepped on his shadow step by step and yellowed leaves, in the dark, mottled shadows, flow form on the ups and downs of fallen leaves, like a fallen leaf aloes will also with the sunset refreshing wen wan, free way; Was also in this kind of atmosphere, we had met pick up memories of each other, with a quiet sad or idle sorrow frustrated; Is lonely and lonely, is lonely and lonely, is autumn and the heart of rebirth, is met after the rebirth and reincarnation; You and me hand in hand, mutual loneliness and solitude of acacia, autumn, heart and reincarnation story, everything is more beautiful in the sunset; Just helpless, autumn wind is strong, blew away the sunset, also blew away the dream the magpie bridge.