Thursday, August 12, 2010

Walking in the warm and waste of time between

The story begins, I knew, in Los Angeles city, love is just a tapering off time, doomed to death. Like to see a gorgeous blossom, colorful, cheng fang is a litter, tranquil.


Lack of security, are doomed to walk in the warm and desolate, hard between clenched want every bit as warm, about it from the palm, loss, sorry. Like the devil, and his destiny, and want to get rid of the shadow, and it is the erosion of the soul. So we see, cherry, the young enchanting beauty under the eyes of the world is full of ridicule. With useless, hide all fearless fragile.


He found that women with similar, is destined to be a tragedy, so he is in her. Perhaps, customs, and the changes in his love and in his own likeness of her more like love, the world, and one who know so little. Even if is deeply love, also can put off the bottom of demons, to move. Destiny, and many times, is your heart. So they, being loved, love hurt. I moved from their love, there is much in the reality, the shadow of doubt, owe, miss, are real fragmented. In love, don't know how to love, when learning to love, have already lost to love. If you could choose again, he must still like to come over, meet her, is the life, love, happiness is pain.


If say it like foam and fragile time is the corvee must experience in la, rather, is an epitome of the youthful years. The sunny days of sorrow, and to merge the lonely, roared. Luo xian, like I deeply hidden struggles, see his feeling, asing if is see oneself mood. I is a "tragedy" complex, does not want to lose the summer of finding new corvee foams, the beauty of his love and his kind accomplished his charm. And looking forward to love, alone quietly through life, a desolation and warm, thrilling.


This summer, has such a time, belong to "bubble", belong to the xia belongs to me. A little los Luo xian, he let my heart, in warm and desolate, deeply moved by walking between. Luo xian find peace, is to find the happiness, summer is found in the quiet foams was her happiness, they indeed, is similar to the people. Perhaps, we look at the story enghish will meet outside the new love, but that is a new story.

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