In real life environment, the older, there are smaller things, you know what? That is the are gradually forgotten, or only dare to secretly hidden in the heart, slowly fade away with age.
Yesterday morning the rain dripping outside the window the next stop, the dim lights in the rain added to a tremendous sense. Let me get lost in his own this winter.
looking out the window, misty sky to me more confused.
stick to what has been do not know myself. In fact, no one is perfect, I believe there is no a person is deliberately not perfect.
growth of two people from different environments, regardless of how the mind fit, it will inevitably be conflicts.
met a fate is not so much to enjoy and make their own appreciation of the advantages of being people, it is more fate is to find one, make yourself ready to be inclusive and tolerant drawback.
love is so fragile. withstand wind and rain, but it can not withstand the ordinary; storm with the ship, fine then each dispersed. maybe just a fit of anger, perhaps only because the small things. fantasy and good sweetness, or hug when they met again, that time will beat the other side edge tears, still giggle with. It is a beautiful picture .
some things very easy to become a habit, as I like the peace of mind; a lot of things for no reason. just like the days of gunpowder in small water body in love ...
legacy, and I was staying, I do not know to move on, or endured, and then another left. we lost coincidentally with the reincarnation, the wandering in the moody. I may bless you, but then turned around only Shan tears. but I do not want to many years later, you forget the taste of your face, forgotten in time, I look so small, it can not even say no.
I feel he is a very emotional person, because easily moved and easily satisfied, and very few things and people vulnerable to infection! perception of happiness is really good touch sensitive.
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