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Always found after night, thinking of as the Night Elves, and accompanied by hazy night, accompanied by the mottled shadows, accompanied by dark solitary, accompanied by deep and shallow faint memories ... ... I walked towards , the silence of the night as the sea surrounded my room into a space can not breathe, my thoughts will be split with a sharp knife into a piece of debris, and then sprinkling the night sky. Loneliness and solitude at this moment as a double sword pierced my past, fingers tapping the keyboard kept, issued and have caused rapid voice, the voice penetrated every corner of the mind, shook several times
years of wandering soul flickered in the window of a ruthless tree falling tree, blossom, the time and time again you have missed my youth, my Love, and my first thoughts of each piece of music, I just want to go so quietly bringing back memories of a person, a person to remember, a person to sadness, accompanied by wandering the time, so that part of a beautiful carved the memory of reincarnation, so tired and lonely dusty confusion of the past, do not want to let you I feel heard, do not want to let my thoughts worried about your line of sight, just the memories of the lens fixed in the romantic and sentimental summer rainy season [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I trust that the memories as spring rain dripping through every miss night, your heart will no longer be a loss ... ...
had always thought that was cool to be forgotten in all the mortal world, a total that has already put you in the heart of the bottom of deep, no look, no longer recall, so that optical flow of all time ... ... but Gv, Full of all thoughts of you, always do not understand, write in order to miss you? Or think of you is to write articles?
night, I opened the window Xuan [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], any ray of light breeze blowing over face and dance If Yu Ni tours, to water, the moonlight shines on him, happy to see willow issue moved aside to listen to thin section of bamboo life tenacious, and I leaned against the wind, temperature and a pot of moonlight, with memories, one quietly enjoy, will be thinking of refilling glasses, with wine will be moved into the intestine, however, has not already drunk a toast to me, has long been looking for less than a forward direction ... ...
I pretend you're sitting beside me, listening to me the poetic of the Imagination, you always smiled and told me that we should not be so distant sea, so that I hope you keep that bunch, but time is always a lonely night in a quench and then light up, I have been unable to resist the flow of years, your commitment to west like a curtain, always, when I almost lost will I wake up, my fingers like a pair of flying wings, bearing the eternal affection, but not fly to your dreams, we again and again thousands of miles into the distance, the cycle of spring and autumn, in the Drum and the morning smoke will miss cemented cream filled, allay the sorrow of past lives down alone leaning out of windows ... ...
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endless night accompanied by the shallow thoughts condensed into a cool touch of sadness, the night is a lonely heart is a loss [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the soul is wandering, only memories full of warmth and hope ... ...