You see rain

The cold wind leisurely, strong bones. It was dark, the moon sank the star moves. Front of me stood two chairs, I strolled the confused footsteps, in the empty streets to cater to the quiet morning. Hunchen minds I sometimes looked at the lonely sky, sky and counting lost stars. Have a romantic I chose freedom of worship, try a sad? To impress every mistakenly charged dust heart. Don't know whether I really can grasp it, empty streets before my mind waking up across my brow, add a few drops of tear drop by to cold in morning dew. I try to put them in your hands, with their own emotional numbness of the melt, the washing, or sublimation. Born is sleepless fireworks put an end to their youth, the youth will also fall the sky light. What really? What kind of situation will not exist? Perhaps, only the misty rain, can diffuse city without night, keep quiet past prosperous and this sorrow.
A smile min enqiu, can. Little dust, ground to a wisp of fragrance, infection every heart, also rhyme drunk unreal and weak dream. Confusion battle, when one has passed away, a grave soil. A pile of green grave can be buried as glory, splendour, wealth and rank, a sad music can sound as died of bitterness. Why don't you smile slightly, the clouds into rain, the dry bones throwing soil.
Ju Yipeng water, moist lips. Sing a song, memories of the past. Life is too short, or wisdom, or dull, or confused, or wake up. Numerous living beings could not escape the fate of all flesh, to repay your life. The so-called fate is our life on the road dust, fetters the soul. Only to break the shackles shackles, those at the foot of the mountain tour dust, reshape tomb, to see the bright moon in the sky, amidst the rain.
The moon the sky, no flower dream. Light sadness, Du bitter storage music. A sip of tea, let the fragrance thick melancholy. Take a sip of wine, let the East Water swaying feelings. Lean on a railing and look, the years roll away, can not help but sigh: " sorry, so romantic and beat Li Shui, fireworks also quit and rainfall. "
Bow down, thick leaf, a cloud of smoke thin, I cannot hold back the melancholy thoughts, the song: " the flow of the sea surging, the turbulent. This is no Bodhi, but Yang qingshan. "
Rumors are not independent of right and wrong. Residual keep Fenghua, old life ambition. Brushed Qingyun, wipe the dust. A body of flesh, but eventually to years of torture. With a smile, but is gorgeous and aging. Laughter discourse, but lonely. Floating world, can fight the sky wings. Fireworks old lane, black clothing heart. And for the customer, must not miss. Once a time, ready to do boldly what is righteous, but not enemy once the dawn.
Difficult to cross the ocean, water leisurely into war. Yan Jing Gong, the city broke the sad. Thought to read aloud, brought about hanging, a name can also shake mountains and rivers. Because of love, all the decline of dust. Because of love, so will embark on the road of no return. Even though the long and winding road, will never get back. What would it be? Is the Jiangnan rain, or entangled into hurt feelings?
The dream will eventually wake up, and keep a lonely person, then down, far away, looked in the distance. If you walk away, lost, amidst the greenery, there will be a return to your.
Flowers bloom and fall, people to people and to. Flood situation hurt our childish heart, upset things packed our loneliness, whether to feel helpless? Whether you need to be happy? Ruthless also unintentionally, without natural ruthless. If you do not want to hurt, why not open up, the lonely as -- love. It is because there is a confidante, so there will be a blue powder. Since the merciless in misty rain, Jiangnan 's tomb, waiting for your cleaning. If you are tired, then Zuohua world, heart and feelings are throwing up. It is a lonely, lonely without me.
Mood, need is calm. Whenever I see the leaves shadow shakes, the heart will follow changes, or water, or rain. Only grasp the pulse of life, can let the intense heart remember self. If a person loses a can rely on the spirit, that you like blood only flow, forget I can live. The same flow, but the definition and life rights vary, but the birth and death of the derivative.
Life and life who is more important? Have a life, but the loss of the life, then life is a naked woman, will be subject to moral condemnation. Has a life, has lost the life, then our souls and minds will where is home? Equally important to the life and the life, have a life, we can live a healthy and happy life; a life, we can make life more exciting. Even if the life is not strong, even if life is not comfortable, at least in our life can be like the sun forever transmigration in between heaven and earth.
Life in the world, has nothing to do with the nature. We feel the flowers bloom and the sickness and death, but can not see the real you. Why do we have to die, why? Born to everything, everything to death. Since we got the life from the nature there, it should follow the eternal laws of nature. Want to get, you must first give. The only available will only increase the load of life, will only let us live more tired. In order to gain hardly wished to live. All day, had no one, why should I care? Worry about personal gains and losses will only make the material to corrosion in our brain paralysis, our conscience.
The dim misty rain, we can not see, who will open your eyes will you led me to the south of the road. No, no, short life does not allow alms, do not allow the poor. The disease and how to, each other is reward. To and fro, destined to pass by. Any person who is a guest of someone else, any traveler can pass by your window. If one day, passing the house, misty rain then please let him out of your window.
Wind does not live, misty rain everywhere. The rosy clouds in clouds, surrounded by a red sun rose slowly from the East, the moon is still love the sky, to bend down, trying to hook in my mind. Drifting like a tramp, waiting for the moon in front of flowers on the misty rain heart of a pile of things of the past. Listen, misty rain in the whisper, echoing my yesterday you sorrow. What should I do? Is to continue to wander or wait for drifting? At this time, a quickly passing car splashed from rain puddles, will I face babyish washed. I lit a cigarette, to the car disappeared in the direction of a deep bow, to show thanks.
The street slowly lively up, flow figure does not stop mixing with cold air, make me upset heart slowly get peace. Awake I rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking around, do not see a matter worthy of nostalgia, I see light suddenly stop disorderly pace: " to see the misty rain, had to close their eyes to the south of the Changjiang river. "

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