2014年03月26日
When the pale memory
Maybe I expect too much, perhaps from the beginning I was wrong, wrong to his heart, to understand that pain is a kind of punishment. They are busy looking around, I suddenly do not want to talk, I want to quietly, so quietly forget everything, but the memory is like glue, once stained is lifelong pain, "the world will be full law, not negative Buddha is not responsible for you." See, even the Buddha can not escape the love, I am a human being again how will be the exception, how will not heartache.
The leaves falling one after another, the autumn arrived, autumn always sad beginning to end, hurt, I stood on the hill at the leaf litter, listening to sad songs, looking at the foot of the town is lively and extraordinary, and I was busy with this has nothing to do, I just feel very sad. Found himself changed imperceptibly, become silent, became sad, look at other people's happiness, I would be rather baffling tears, looking at their sweet, I suddenly feel and you'll make it, has no meaning. I don't make, I was in great pain, but you never know, because I won't to others about my injury, I had really become stronger, the original one wanted to be strong the most direct is the love of people hurt, then down to the strong.
The lofty, who can avoid the feelings of fault, a lonely two people wrong, my biggest fault is in the wrong time wrong to love you, Buddha said: the previous 500 times in exchange for this life only, once again. We have the intersection so much, is the past life I owe you too much? It is a moment alone is living alone? Often lament "only if the first sign of life, what autumn wind sad picture fan." Sadness is but I can't read it, read it is broken. If the life such as meet again, meet how will smile? Even if we again first, it is impossible to calmly in like that.
Do not know from what time in my eyes, as if the world is always sad, confused world all are changing, but I still keep a city, one not returning, wait until disappointment, despair. This love makes me feel sad, the wait is long, though I knew it to wait is not the result but I still stubbornly waited, until the spring autumn fall until the snow, wait until the last tears or no results, perhaps in your eyes I'm just passing you, but in my opinion you become my site, let I how also can not escape. I want to escape the secular disputes, but found that he is only a speck of dust in this world, what also can't do, can do that. I thought our love is great, but it is sad can't make a sound.
The leaves falling one after another, the autumn arrived, autumn always sad beginning to end, hurt, I stood on the hill at the leaf litter, listening to sad songs, looking at the foot of the town is lively and extraordinary, and I was busy with this has nothing to do, I just feel very sad. Found himself changed imperceptibly, become silent, became sad, look at other people's happiness, I would be rather baffling tears, looking at their sweet, I suddenly feel and you'll make it, has no meaning. I don't make, I was in great pain, but you never know, because I won't to others about my injury, I had really become stronger, the original one wanted to be strong the most direct is the love of people hurt, then down to the strong.
The lofty, who can avoid the feelings of fault, a lonely two people wrong, my biggest fault is in the wrong time wrong to love you, Buddha said: the previous 500 times in exchange for this life only, once again. We have the intersection so much, is the past life I owe you too much? It is a moment alone is living alone? Often lament "only if the first sign of life, what autumn wind sad picture fan." Sadness is but I can't read it, read it is broken. If the life such as meet again, meet how will smile? Even if we again first, it is impossible to calmly in like that.
Do not know from what time in my eyes, as if the world is always sad, confused world all are changing, but I still keep a city, one not returning, wait until disappointment, despair. This love makes me feel sad, the wait is long, though I knew it to wait is not the result but I still stubbornly waited, until the spring autumn fall until the snow, wait until the last tears or no results, perhaps in your eyes I'm just passing you, but in my opinion you become my site, let I how also can not escape. I want to escape the secular disputes, but found that he is only a speck of dust in this world, what also can't do, can do that. I thought our love is great, but it is sad can't make a sound.
Posted by peony at 17:34
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