2011年10月04日
Tomorrow probably
Tomorrow probably such as what I expected
The setting sun is red, prosperous will soon wither.
I am waked up with a start by the cripple dream and open eyes four to hope, the room quiet pole, on the window sill that red light is fresh gorgeous get astonishing, breeze's blowing to move a curtain to feebly be like is stating what.Perplexed,life manuscriptthe wound idea is tiny to living and press mp 3 broadcast Chen Yi Xun of 《Tuo flywheel 》.
"Passing by is 18 years old, didn't take form, however sometimes.Enough I attend to after having no, the untamed nature is naughty.Sha eye, 27 years old, the date has no much, the square doesn't dare to loaf on job ……"
The singing is floating, the time of water get the best annotation in this a moment.A date has no much, the time seems to be so pales have no dint.Song Gao Ren Shang, the heart in a flash vicissitudes of life decrepitude decuple, awakening living at this time, imitating the Buddha has already experienced successively world of mortals ten thousand matters, transmigration of soul life and death, have been already seen through.Suddenly look back, the dust matter has been already spread but the beauty remains, now way the years is like song, life such as drama!
When one was young, I once thought to persist and then can succeed.The day puts together a night to put together and forgot to come and go to forget a beginning of dream.When I see the variety in nowadays, none become, I have a little disconsolate, where is the road ?If say that the road is in the foot, so is long or short, is wrong or to, is should always does the persistence still keep weighing to choose soon?I why always walk so body not from F, the body is like heavy burden.I am suffered, I am happy, the road of front I was fond of a way,Bloom beautifulthe road of rear gradually went gradually and far ……who can point out where is wrong path, is wrong is to also worth I walk.
The facial appearance didn't change, just the Cang is old a young heart, languid remember fondly, tired life.The look in the eyes that they expect, dreary year by year, the black hair paid no attention a vicissitudes of life years.But for, feeling what already may.
Once of friend, whether well.Whether happy?Once remembered that you at the beginning smiled not for the sake of the love with the joy, happy must start innocently imagining future.Still deny to remember you for living but busy must not with joy, work hard start to be very confident of programming future.Can today?I really want and see, the flimsiness of smiling face back before the person.Break up, left who, and then led long whose happiness.Getting is desirable and paid to morely come and go and became tomorrow's yesterday today and just discovered already in the prosperous world of mortals of living in the real life, enchant oneself.
From year to year, under the moonlight and before flowers, is one wine of Zun Fang.The elegance is the quicksand in the palm, even if very carefully protect,can not cover up the trace of years, the blunt eclipse of helpless time is almost exhausted.
The life is like drama, in my eyes.I seem to be all every day at repeated same old things of plot, recite from memory thoroughly cooked stage dialogue time and time again, acquaint with of the scene is constant of actor, depend on sparse such as past, make me feel mind and body exhausted.I start in silent way, play the drama that was deeply disgusted with.Audience even if smile my Chi silly, the spotlight no longer dazzles the eyes.But I like this way very much, a person of silent, 1 plays, a person sees through.
The life is like drama, be all presenting to public moment by moment, someone escaped from leading role to be up directorgive up to leave, can again how.Still keep being the drama of years, breathed deduce to emphasize to reply, live old, play old.
"Expensive is this engraves, I am getting more awakening.In the chronometer, see through very small and distant from cradle to the grave."Exclamation, song, the setting sun falls in a purdah and pulls the cope of night.Probably like what I expected tomorrow.
The setting sun is red, prosperous will soon wither.
I am waked up with a start by the cripple dream and open eyes four to hope, the room quiet pole, on the window sill that red light is fresh gorgeous get astonishing, breeze's blowing to move a curtain to feebly be like is stating what.Perplexed,life manuscriptthe wound idea is tiny to living and press mp 3 broadcast Chen Yi Xun of 《Tuo flywheel 》.
"Passing by is 18 years old, didn't take form, however sometimes.Enough I attend to after having no, the untamed nature is naughty.Sha eye, 27 years old, the date has no much, the square doesn't dare to loaf on job ……"
The singing is floating, the time of water get the best annotation in this a moment.A date has no much, the time seems to be so pales have no dint.Song Gao Ren Shang, the heart in a flash vicissitudes of life decrepitude decuple, awakening living at this time, imitating the Buddha has already experienced successively world of mortals ten thousand matters, transmigration of soul life and death, have been already seen through.Suddenly look back, the dust matter has been already spread but the beauty remains, now way the years is like song, life such as drama!
When one was young, I once thought to persist and then can succeed.The day puts together a night to put together and forgot to come and go to forget a beginning of dream.When I see the variety in nowadays, none become, I have a little disconsolate, where is the road ?If say that the road is in the foot, so is long or short, is wrong or to, is should always does the persistence still keep weighing to choose soon?I why always walk so body not from F, the body is like heavy burden.I am suffered, I am happy, the road of front I was fond of a way,Bloom beautifulthe road of rear gradually went gradually and far ……who can point out where is wrong path, is wrong is to also worth I walk.
The facial appearance didn't change, just the Cang is old a young heart, languid remember fondly, tired life.The look in the eyes that they expect, dreary year by year, the black hair paid no attention a vicissitudes of life years.But for, feeling what already may.
Once of friend, whether well.Whether happy?Once remembered that you at the beginning smiled not for the sake of the love with the joy, happy must start innocently imagining future.Still deny to remember you for living but busy must not with joy, work hard start to be very confident of programming future.Can today?I really want and see, the flimsiness of smiling face back before the person.Break up, left who, and then led long whose happiness.Getting is desirable and paid to morely come and go and became tomorrow's yesterday today and just discovered already in the prosperous world of mortals of living in the real life, enchant oneself.
From year to year, under the moonlight and before flowers, is one wine of Zun Fang.The elegance is the quicksand in the palm, even if very carefully protect,can not cover up the trace of years, the blunt eclipse of helpless time is almost exhausted.
The life is like drama, in my eyes.I seem to be all every day at repeated same old things of plot, recite from memory thoroughly cooked stage dialogue time and time again, acquaint with of the scene is constant of actor, depend on sparse such as past, make me feel mind and body exhausted.I start in silent way, play the drama that was deeply disgusted with.Audience even if smile my Chi silly, the spotlight no longer dazzles the eyes.But I like this way very much, a person of silent, 1 plays, a person sees through.
The life is like drama, be all presenting to public moment by moment, someone escaped from leading role to be up directorgive up to leave, can again how.Still keep being the drama of years, breathed deduce to emphasize to reply, live old, play old.
"Expensive is this engraves, I am getting more awakening.In the chronometer, see through very small and distant from cradle to the grave."Exclamation, song, the setting sun falls in a purdah and pulls the cope of night.Probably like what I expected tomorrow.
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