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alexandra · Lama Dołączył: 04 Mar 2011 Posty: 23 Przeczytał: 0 tematów Skąd: England

memories you and I met if past lives present and future of the indulgence the afterlife unknown ... ... [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

remembering their own they were like memories of people some of the strange familiar; that gently I changed no longer have those feelings of purity and innocence only mature old misty always looking forward to the return of the angel but the years more and more clouds blocking the original fuzzy line of sight.

leaves began to fall sometimes to the number of dead leaves falling under the eyes not the feelings of depression but there is just a cycle of consciousness in the coming year is not it more? Perhaps the mood of each season are not kind; opened in the spring through summer fall through the fall winter and drifting year after year the only constant is the share of the more together the more melancholy may only bury it deep [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

memory planted a rose blooming seasons; often thought of flowers floated with the familiar taste of warm spring and autumn and that flowers are again under the familiar figure sitting There fine chemicals with the smell of flowers.

given to so many people so my world only your taste; in your world so many people ~ always after sunset alone has been said I only That alone to your busy world accompany you to enjoy an even more What time do not know you forget a lot I also put it into the memory but too many times shake gently then fingers around soot released into the atmosphere.

sometimes always used to walk slowly in a strange way followed by bright light gray in front of it is and always following my own shadow silently move forward.

how to make yourself happier? More than one occasion to think about but the more we wished myself are clueless; They say happiness is very simple and I've only simple but instructor has no principles the melancholy that always break the blockade burial. What

always look back

between natural that memories the tears embrace the memory of sweet

that left to laugh is very salty

2010.08.21 / Yuhuan Notes