2008/9/1 + angela
The sadness is a kind of pain that can not say
Or the worries of the fallen or falling flowers in riotous profusion drift over romantic years, or the drifting affection that the string that touches once in a while trembles gently, or young courage has brought careless pain. It is deep that it is other style that that share cuts and pays attention to the still messy injury constantly, it is a fault beautiful to look like and meet one by chance, have no option and keep the empty and empty and remote dream irretrievably in vain too. Then, there is only a curved and thin and thin moon in remotest places when slandering the heart in dream.
Perhaps once let the errant heart yearn looking for a quiet harbour slightly, perhaps once let the thought that swam continue hovering seeking the sky without rain of one party, perhaps once found a place and let the languid body sometimes lie fallow safely originally green. But numerous and complicated world has washed the soul of the perfection, all of a sudden realize to again the regret lost is blamed, it is the eternity in memory for the day when disappears while just knowing that sad.
Think bill and coo those can forget, think the true story can dimly always while being deeply attached to each other always, always thought scar of those a lot of depth could recover. Wake up side to understand Chang'e Zhi Chu thousand lies of ten thousand li on the the Moon Palace time in dream, still have a thousand ten thousand heart untied to speak clearly form again again, chant in a low voice shallow to sing, full of sorry eternal legend.
According to waving extremely frivolously down the lofty ideal that reaches the clouds, according to the life promising to fulfil the frustration, take the way accompanied to the limit according to smile. Several degrees of yellow leaves are falling, several spent autumn Yunchang returned, realized so that the sadness was the thing of fleeing from forever at last.
The past's helplessness will be sad to turn one's head, it will be sad to waste the time of this life, the thirsty brilliance which admires another year will be sad, sometimes it will be sad to sit in the firmament that looks at the fatherless star afar alone at night, sometimes it is cold on daytime to sleep and listen the patter of rain at two three attentively will be sad, the past event of what is sometimes wakes up and searches like poem at the beginning in the daybreak will be sad. The heart is wounded for oneself, the heart is wounded for friend, the heart is wounded for lover The sadness is a topic that can not avoided at all times in this world, savour carefully, oh, it is bitter that in fact the sadness is every kind to the limit, it is a kind of pain that can not say.
Or the worries of the fallen or falling flowers in riotous profusion drift over romantic years, or the drifting affection that the string that touches once in a while trembles gently, or young courage has brought careless pain. It is deep that it is other style that that share cuts and pays attention to the still messy injury constantly, it is a fault beautiful to look like and meet one by chance, have no option and keep the empty and empty and remote dream irretrievably in vain too. Then, there is only a curved and thin and thin moon in remotest places when slandering the heart in dream.
Perhaps once let the errant heart yearn looking for a quiet harbour slightly, perhaps once let the thought that swam continue hovering seeking the sky without rain of one party, perhaps once found a place and let the languid body sometimes lie fallow safely originally green. But numerous and complicated world has washed the soul of the perfection, all of a sudden realize to again the regret lost is blamed, it is the eternity in memory for the day when disappears while just knowing that sad.
Think bill and coo those can forget, think the true story can dimly always while being deeply attached to each other always, always thought scar of those a lot of depth could recover. Wake up side to understand Chang'e Zhi Chu thousand lies of ten thousand li on the the Moon Palace time in dream, still have a thousand ten thousand heart untied to speak clearly form again again, chant in a low voice shallow to sing, full of sorry eternal legend.
According to waving extremely frivolously down the lofty ideal that reaches the clouds, according to the life promising to fulfil the frustration, take the way accompanied to the limit according to smile. Several degrees of yellow leaves are falling, several spent autumn Yunchang returned, realized so that the sadness was the thing of fleeing from forever at last.
The past's helplessness will be sad to turn one's head, it will be sad to waste the time of this life, the thirsty brilliance which admires another year will be sad, sometimes it will be sad to sit in the firmament that looks at the fatherless star afar alone at night, sometimes it is cold on daytime to sleep and listen the patter of rain at two three attentively will be sad, the past event of what is sometimes wakes up and searches like poem at the beginning in the daybreak will be sad. The heart is wounded for oneself, the heart is wounded for friend, the heart is wounded for lover The sadness is a topic that can not avoided at all times in this world, savour carefully, oh, it is bitter that in fact the sadness is every kind to the limit, it is a kind of pain that can not say.
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