Lost
a person in this complexity of the world, wings, elegant. Guarding the heart of the share of unreasonable insistence, began to realize that life had been a human will spend.
Long wandering, the mind has weakness. to find a sheltered harbor, stopped to rest hh
This is a strange place, even the warmth of home, sweet home. But I can not find their own.
of life avoided me, or I have been out of the real outside itself?
helpless me, loss of life reach out to meet
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something heard a similar joke: A man plus one not equal two individuals, but three.
hh
inner ear and says there is no reason think, if never quite found that person, in the end is equal to how much is 1 or, 0?
we have been walking in the the world, mercilessly marching steps, seems to step rotten world.
life itself is a cycle of another encounter, lost, and then meet again until the day hh lost, tired, it was found, the original stay in their memory, many are already gone from his life.
you say, if I do not let go, you will lose?
worship
do not know how many people said to me: to live well.
agreed with his mouth, but my mind was filled with endless sorrow.
not know what has been an admirer of life, but also never thought of worship life.
may It also began to give me, or obey me, `go wandering, life could not tie your heart, the pace will not be holding you back.
has been somewhat spoiled bugging the so-called freedom, a step not their own pace, only to let the heart go wander hh
I think one day I would quietly knelt down and gently bowed
stupid move
from birth, we slowly accumulate in the , experience, wealth hh
step by step, we have more and more, we are more and more confused: in the end we want, what?
Maybe life is like chess, when the first piece fell, Before the game began to die. step by step, stuffed, until the child is full of chess, chess is dead, but also a board withdrawn.
is not that we always have too much, and have actually not know how to make their own choices. < br> What is the catch, which give up what?
sink
forget, life is normal.
because we have been developing it for those dark corners.
possible, deep in our hearts Department, has been perverted in the sweet enjoyment of a sneer.
sick of the world, but we pale rhetoric.
the junction of white and black, gray has been the soul of a dissolute Yin Xiao.
closed touched upon, opened his eyes, missing a simple hh
messy
long forgotten, but in fact we live in reality.
never thought of himself as a normal person.
arbitrary cry, arbitrary laughter, but also silly to think that it is casual.
what life has given me, did not know. himself to a life of what, do not know.
may own or a person can not take care of themselves, messy I end.
One day, an earthquake, perhaps I would have to collapse just crumbling soul.
often looked messy hh
long lost the taste of bubble tea, lost, silent no Introduction.
an hour ago, endless fragrance, but at the moment, only chlorosis tea.
life is so short, so uncertain.
in the end we are living in illusion, the still clearly alive? < br> We are in the end is the master of their own, or completely out of control?
a second ago, I was laughing; perhaps one second, the tears overflow
a Stanford is born; one is dead; page is Happy; Next is suffering
page is growth; page is aging; page is the starting; Next is the end result is an illusion
; one is the truth; one is the mantra; under
a book page is a deep faith in the trial; one is suspected; one is established; Next page is free to subvert the
; one is bound; one is the Carnival; Next is After partying long
you cry alone; poets; Why are you crying?
You should not peep at the intersection of life and welcomes this book
sad life in the death of the earth gave birth to
draw juice < br> death of the life breath of
surging at the end of life
the last trace of the exhaustion of the power
thriving
yellow, wilt, true colors so beautiful
death
another new beginning
cycle
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