2012年01月03日
understand the confidante
Who is in and the pipa, lifted the heart, such as the red scar. Who and I look drunk, only hating vanity, sadness can't cover missing tears, lost the world, without thousands. Only a cup of wine, the silence broke the empty cup, invaded the bustling, desolate heart, filled in deep grief, sadly. The rippling youth nowhere, because the dream of flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum. The wind scattered the curtains. And time, engraved on your face, but vicissitudes of my face.
The person returns, love constantly margin continued to smell of chaos, string, the three thousand fingers are round, falling flowers lost, lost in the wind ripples, the flowers of pity, who falls on the brow?
Yesterday last away, a snap of the fingers, the pillow Miss also difficult to sleep. Is your tenderness, light up my mind. Is my empty tears, drunk my heart. Think you, read you, could not help but so sad, but do not want to see you so.
And I have tried to forget you, but always as sultry piano, even if broken string is permeated from the war of the ring. I want to lead you lost in the jungle, let you the direction of chaos. Hiding in the side, look at you be confound at, a face of panic. But eventually turned into a wisp of sunshine, for you to distinguish the setting sun. A foolish idea, perfunctory me, also be indifferent to you. Hearts together, love, and survive the distance far distant ... ...
Accustomed to seeing vanity, but tasted my own mouth countless lies. Deceive, comfort, finally broke your heart, make you pain. A turn to God, an instant, all your love face. To taste your beauty that remains, now? Fortunately, not willing to a car.
I can understand only confidante, all serene. His suffering of lovesickness pain, regret you hurry. Staring at the stone, but I have your next life.
The person returns, love constantly margin continued to smell of chaos, string, the three thousand fingers are round, falling flowers lost, lost in the wind ripples, the flowers of pity, who falls on the brow?
Yesterday last away, a snap of the fingers, the pillow Miss also difficult to sleep. Is your tenderness, light up my mind. Is my empty tears, drunk my heart. Think you, read you, could not help but so sad, but do not want to see you so.
And I have tried to forget you, but always as sultry piano, even if broken string is permeated from the war of the ring. I want to lead you lost in the jungle, let you the direction of chaos. Hiding in the side, look at you be confound at, a face of panic. But eventually turned into a wisp of sunshine, for you to distinguish the setting sun. A foolish idea, perfunctory me, also be indifferent to you. Hearts together, love, and survive the distance far distant ... ...
Accustomed to seeing vanity, but tasted my own mouth countless lies. Deceive, comfort, finally broke your heart, make you pain. A turn to God, an instant, all your love face. To taste your beauty that remains, now? Fortunately, not willing to a car.
I can understand only confidante, all serene. His suffering of lovesickness pain, regret you hurry. Staring at the stone, but I have your next life.
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