but I'm suffering today's outcome

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How many times in dreams, dream of you, touch your warm hands. I still hear your ear lightly told me I was looking for you long shadow. I do not like the publicity of the character and delicate body. My eyes are still early in the morning there are tears swelling. Feelings of the world there are too many ignorant and helpless. From which I know a lot. Also a taste of inner pain and trauma. But I still appreciate what life gives them, even though I burst into tears, but I'll still crossing in a day, I know you look forward to the arrival of the snow in the winter even though there had been love moving. Short-lived, Yu Wen, crying, happiness. But I still thank you for your contribution. I work every day in active and talk to you, I'll put you away behind cold, SMS greetings to you, nothing more than let you know I love you. I want to through their own efforts, and then bring back your smile, your passion. Because, your love for me is very important. Together, I rarely feel how you feel, because every day, I heart a good taste of our love. Did not declare to you I will not regret. Because every day of the DPRK from the sunset,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher, you have loved me feel hot and deep feelings. But today, I really want to say to you. And you said many many words. Let you know that we met our long-awaited fate. Is a river of our lives will never dry spray. Let you know. I love the tough love of happiness.
together, you always find it too much if I could today and I would really double mouth closed shut your mind to face the door. Outside the gate in the cold, as you wave, use my tears to wish you a warm sweet future. With my heavy feet as you kick the world's trouble and sorrow. I am willing! Because I loved you heart! Future as well.
abandoned the dream of the hand history, I'm so worn, I'm so tired. I love sleeping and the cost of a high fever for several days, when I pack and into the station, heard the station the moment the bell rang, melodious voice,beats by dre, my feelings, my sadness with happiness when the distance and you're hard to ignore it all, you can not see my handsome face turned to the helpless. Falling snow, filled the air, where have my blessing to you. You smile. Were for my own sad now. I'm so stupid I laughed so elusive. Time bit by bit flow. My heart has no pain with tears, I will not cry easily in front of you, every day of the sun makes us forget everything, but I can not forget a pair of eyes, that made me nostalgic presence. Sunset time each day, I still think in the sunset in the past, looking at the back of a familiar move to me.
my ear is still ringing you said, you once said to me, like my all inclusive we have each other's everything. Has promised me that I will not give up when our hands, but now ... my hands shines scratch the itch sting my mind, do not want to give up each other. Give up the feelings of this rare encounter. We all know what it means to lose each other. Wake up, dawn, flowers, and scattered petals fall, let the hearts of choking.
you have said, we love each other forever, I do not expect is always how far the commitments do not care how long forever. But I do care about is always tomorrow, is the moment of spring flowers, we turned to leave. Snow's Nianye, when I walk through the exposure to one thick atmosphere of the Spring Festival, I was quietly pinning its hopes for tomorrow, I hope to see you smile tomorrow, I hope you hang around at a junction waiting for me. In front of you, I've done is said feelings aside,Polo Ralph Lauren, I still hold on to that persistent love. Now I know, my dedication is to disturb you, my warmth in return is your left. One day when I know you have new emotions on time, my heart, my eyes is the condensation. Frozen in that moment. I am not strong, or a bed pillow was wet with tears.
I have read carefully the messages you have sent me, every word can remind me of the scene at that time. We eat together, walk, stop waiting. Turned, his thoughts flying, misty eyes. Only the cold moon hanging over me. I thought I found a soul belongs to rely on mutual trust. I thought I found the open port when you are tired. Wind and rain coming, I turned around, the former has been gathered and the boat ride along the East and the next film in front of me slowly disappear. The earth is only open my own run chase, despite the cold wind in my hair, look at you cold shadow, I worked hand in hand, you can still give you my silence, you heartless. Not the least bit warm and concerned. I do not believe that our emotions are so fragile, I find it hard to accept you like me, so I decided to give up. Seems no reason to give up the day of.
falling rain falls on the shoulders, along with my tears flowed together into a creek on the way we walk, the road ahead still have our footprint, I can still smell the familiar,dre beats, the body that you touch special flavor. The night sky hazy, but also a snow day, I once again into the winter night, but I am a person walking, the wind, the dark, I cried.
remember, still recall the last time to pick up a pen to write to you, or we have not met the time, when not hanging out at the tree tops to melt snow, cold weather can have sheng our hearts full of happiness and joy. Time also makes people feel good and sweet. Because your presence in my life. Accompanied with the stars in the night, behind the bright meteor, I received my little greeting you Shaoji, my hands still clutching the phone to see the information you sent me. Hours of sleep at night, warm heart. This winter is not cold. I touch the warmth of feeling behind the words. This state can be warm, but not accompany me out of the winter, when snow is not melting out the window when the quarter, let me have a happy face, two lines of premature shed tears of helpless sorrow and grief.
how many times he had walked alone on the road, walking in orange lamplight. Wet raindrops falling outside my heart the most beautiful corner. I do not like their own through the years there is no love, no warmth of day. I have thought, with people I love through the years Hom way, I want to fly with him through the flowers were. Take a long time, tired dash. I thought my life occurred not in love, and not let me into feelings of hope and sustenance. Thought, love, happiness and sweetness can only appear in the dream, all this means in between does not change the essence. Until we met by chance. Has a cold in the winter. You see me, when we blend each other's eyes the moment, I know, I bid farewell to the past, lonely days, give me your silent eyes bright, I give you unspeakable relief. I see your lips kind of rare in shame. Faint. I know. You love me. We have a walk in the brightly on the road, the bright moonlight illuminating the road beneath our feet. Only to hear the sound of our breathing. I do not regret embracing meet with you, but I'm suffering today's outcome, sad to leave each other's frustration today. All this seems to be premature, in my mind undecided, let me face the sudden wind and rain, did not give me any respite,dre beats, did not give me the opportunity to declare in front of you. I walked in the rain, turned around and looked the way you came, how many times I have silently in the heart of the beautiful outline later in life,beats by dre, our quiet days in a repeat each other's happiness. Allows you to hold me gently. Intoxicated in your arms sweet sleep. Now, I can not find your shadow in her hand, the warmth you left, my bad.
love is beautiful, I do not regret in the winter,polo homme, the emotional well-planted seeds, I have a harvest, heavy. Love is great. It makes me stronger way after. Let me taste according to the true meaning of true love. Tomorrow we really have been happy down, only you know? Only love to know the mind!
breezy window, shed tears already icy. I know that the window has to float the snow. At this moment I am so depressed melancholy. The day without love, without you figure the day off really is so tough, so quiet. A lot of time thinking about body odor are gone through. Looking at the clouds, silently enjoy the fireworks as we met a beautiful course. I learned to dance with the snow, and the tears of men. But you is not my audience can not see it all. Clearly know their own, that I care about you. Care about your smile to me your tears.

爱情像一双筷子

I not only want your memories

As long as you live better than me


The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.