Outside the window

Published on 01/07,2009

Come into a old song from vast and far time, the heart has already been flooded brokenly in wiping incomplete and red in space-time of the sympathetic response, the ones that were left are only endless sorrow and miss   

There is too much tenderness in the heart, too many tears, in the garden in years, the heart is too soft. Want, sing most strong song really, express most beautiful feeling, go stand those youthful flower is moved of the wind. While waving, the heart has been already saying good-bye, but there is no place to say good-bye. Like hating, like in the love at that time when hated most, the one aroused in most interest, when waved at you at that time loved most, but if is saying good-bye.

With your story, there is no beginning, have no ending forever.

The time when is bent on, the wave of the state of mind is hit very far very far, perhaps it was the setting sun that wrote the place to set by mistake. I spend all one's life narrating such unprecedented passion, only in order to wait for all mood that time. But can't say, say it is by mistake, love, can not forget.

Outside the window has already been millennium trials and hardship.

It is very hollow to stretch out one's hand and catch, place it on the deep place of my heart gently, enable no one to come into that quiet wasteland. Touching story sing tour of life, laugh heartily, stay into the setting sun one, wait for the princess who has waited from days of old to melt that hard heart, move the heart with tenderness.

Many years later, as the disappointed tear flows through the bank of the river of years, just know this uses the helplessness annotated in all one's life. I have no option, have stopped the tongue anciently deeply already in helpless, it has already been millennium trials and hardship outside the window, the tear rustle is left. With the passage of time, years already old, wrinkle strengthen vanish into thin air, in hope, have neither enmity nor repentance! The heart shedding tears has been already unable to anchor alongside the shore, turn round suddenly, the setting sun, like the blood, the crescent, like the check mark, the tears have already been done!

Sound and seem that it is remote to the old song from time immemorial to get again outside the window   

Ten thousand language a thousand speeches, there are no languages quietly, it was rain in springtime that blew against one's face, wind in night of autumn. Heaven and earth, wave, wave, go, shy dream shy, still come from then on like fallen flowers carried away by the flowing water.

Catch one clothes space in illusion of dream take the post as the singing freely of the mood. Hope, of the dream, forget about those name cried and shouted of the dream while being living forever really, that is a call of less than answers forever. The warm blood seethes with excitement in the heart, but inscribe time scar. Turn one's head again: It has been already dusk.

My a word in the heart all scratched up: Do not give up!

As the love has already become the past event, the tearful eyes are asked the feeling!

After the many years, carefree swordsman once keep watch hollow years in a lonely one, drink a toast with the past event. A thin girl walks in the rain stubbornly   

The day that the wind gets up, it is wandering to leave the flower.

The tears that once flowed through quietly, once faced the trials and hardships outside window alone, let all day break once, broken to break to pieces a river missed, once   Have experienced great things and embarrassed water!

Resume suddenly, it is sunny outside the window.

Turn one's head again, just find all beautiful stories can not all already stay. Have no way out feeling to be already far, seem to have met before predestination already to the limit. It is real to just know that dull. Only hope many years later, meet, can see a pure smile, there, there are our dreams.

There, heart and heart should always meet!

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