Weekend, suddenly a little tired, pulls out once the old photos. That year we mad pursuit of his dream, although each are now scattered horizon, but can still feel the youth chapter of the tail and gently ring in my mind, that smile never fade the picture is still so bright ... ...
Separation is a sad, but my heart was because it had the memory of joy, and often we can only smile to leave, in a time of memory has been unable to clearly remember each move, the heart as the years traces slowly goodbye youth, slightly old. During the dead of night, listening to music in the past, his thoughts began to chaos, and seem to remember also those who just can not remember too trivial fragments have been hard on the memory of decent years in rush through, and when back to reality time seems to be filled with emotion.
"I shake the loss, no gain, which gave birth to evil." When we go back to the memory of that time when the growth of spectral traces so profoundly out of the last movement, youth and persistent paranoid veil of calm in the years the next, or as bright, just like the lighthouse away, only looking at looming, watching it blink, watch it disappear and short-lived surfaced. When all the years have a home when the night is just the charm of the sweet memories surfaced, and you my heart is still pure mirror general, as the years of the Department of Nagqu minor, tactfully and distant, washing the impetuous heart. Those who did not fulfill promises of wind is generally light and drift away, could not find the record of its notes, which confused and struggle of our time, but also in the prime years of the shuttle has missed numerous, had lost everything, it seems never be brought back. youkelly dtiblog blog
When we tell each other the words of the marshes, it will believe it? Youth has gone, disappeared in the era of myth, the myth you believe it? Childhood longing, the pursuit of the real young life on the road to maintain consistency in it? Perhaps the answer to our current situation is cruel, but we did not depart from the track of life because we are still in train, and did not deviate from the track, but we have a direction towards another. My happiness, acquaintances everything! Recently most like to say is this sentence, perhaps this sentence gave me great motivation, when I recall the feelings of nine-bit by bit, recall the course of thirteen years learning the software, when I recall two dozen years of friends, with so many pieces to put together, is so memorable. The years of precipitation to me, is not nothing new about the emotional, and everything in life is to make their own business.gerryszw blogspot blog
Separation is a sad, but my heart was because it had the memory of joy, and often we can only smile to leave, in a time of memory has been unable to clearly remember each move, the heart as the years traces slowly goodbye youth, slightly old. During the dead of night, listening to music in the past, his thoughts began to chaos, and seem to remember also those who just can not remember too trivial fragments have been hard on the memory of decent years in rush through, and when back to reality time seems to be filled with emotion.
"I shake the loss, no gain, which gave birth to evil." When we go back to the memory of that time when the growth of spectral traces so profoundly out of the last movement, youth and persistent paranoid veil of calm in the years the next, or as bright, just like the lighthouse away, only looking at looming, watching it blink, watch it disappear and short-lived surfaced. When all the years have a home when the night is just the charm of the sweet memories surfaced, and you my heart is still pure mirror general, as the years of the Department of Nagqu minor, tactfully and distant, washing the impetuous heart. Those who did not fulfill promises of wind is generally light and drift away, could not find the record of its notes, which confused and struggle of our time, but also in the prime years of the shuttle has missed numerous, had lost everything, it seems never be brought back. youkelly dtiblog blog
When we tell each other the words of the marshes, it will believe it? Youth has gone, disappeared in the era of myth, the myth you believe it? Childhood longing, the pursuit of the real young life on the road to maintain consistency in it? Perhaps the answer to our current situation is cruel, but we did not depart from the track of life because we are still in train, and did not deviate from the track, but we have a direction towards another. My happiness, acquaintances everything! Recently most like to say is this sentence, perhaps this sentence gave me great motivation, when I recall the feelings of nine-bit by bit, recall the course of thirteen years learning the software, when I recall two dozen years of friends, with so many pieces to put together, is so memorable. The years of precipitation to me, is not nothing new about the emotional, and everything in life is to make their own business.gerryszw blogspot blog
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