Rainy night . alone singing sad light

drizzle as silk like smoke Si Wu flutters with impunity. Drift of the rain and fog filled the dim lights in the dim the formation of a huge network beautiful and chilling. A man walking on the path leisurely looking at his own shadow is a long light pull the old elders I feel a little lonely hearts glowing touch of sadness then into the lonely being alone. [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

I hate the rain the weather always makes me so sad do not want to talk do not want to eat but I still went out for dinner who occupied a promise of a big table a little lonely a little uncomfortable but I know I always want to learn what a person even after eating my stomach that will be more uncomfortable but I tried very hard to eat I know only I can take care of myself no one can still stood by my side.

that night so my thoughts will always follow the rain every now and then. Will think of many many I said I am not a pessimist but I just love the feeling of sorrow that sorrow does not always feel that life is not real life.

still dull day in my opinion one alternating day and night silently. Very plain but it ultimately merged into a river ahead pulling all the memories nothing to rely on the first line very casual but is so taken for granted let me know what to do the only trace of shallow helplessness. Sighed and moved on.

the winter season I have been looking forward to the arrival of spring winter is very cold coupled with this year's winter rain and down very frequently that the biting cold I do not like and has been very nostalgic the warmth of home. But now spring has come bring me is filled with hope after the disappointment the rain still has the weather was so cold. Amidst a field dropping the title page in the spring the bleaching of the yellow color of the season was thrown but also bleached our memories about the past memories seem to become more pale. The sun has been hidden in the mist behind the dignified black bright blue to curl up with a smile could not find it it will be sad? May be it [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

like to travel like the Rangers. Always wanted to go to Western described by those who want to see Shenlao simple lovely people in western Hunan and Luo to see that Tracy has the most pure love sent to the border town. Like to travel but I do not like to go where famous people too many people the mixing is not the natural atmosphere the feeling would not be so true I think as long as there is a small bridge flowing water people and that is the most beautiful place.

I also like a person walking. After dinner the setting sun lazily leaning on a tree not far away looked up and I always unconsciously smile in such a night a man was leisurely strolling leisurely very nice a person's time a person's quiet it was accompanied by melodious music or sad or light. At this moment feel that everything around is so peaceful everything is almost perfect.

remember a word has been a land of dreams we will always be painfully marvel. But I firmly believe that when God closes a door it will definitely open another window for me then I looked up as much as possible with a 45 degree angle looking at the sky forcing back the tears eyes and then work forward against the wind.

in college love seems most attractive and I do not deny her charm. Are walking often encounter some couples watching them hand in hand stroll leisurely in the afternoon I will be very envious of their happiness where I always think of Lin Ching wrote that sentence to you I give you the right hand But love is always an evil pregnant watching them happily in love I will be very happy in my heart bless them they became unhappy when I can do is shake his head feel sorry for them.

watching someone else's story then read books on their own.

I think the feeling is really very complex thing met the wrong time it reversed the direction of love the protagonist of the play by a passerby has become and then in their own interpretation of the world oneman show. Humbly pursue a relationship with and ultimately that is not part of my warm. At the wrong time wrong place met the right people in the end in addition to frustration or helplessness.

still beneath the bitter rain and the wind more the recovery of the thoughts bind tightly to their own trotted back in time.

in such a rainy night I was alone lonely shallow sing a sad alone.

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