The past has passed, back just looking down the road
product labeling... Have all become history... In the face, always walk in front of... In this way, do not know when is the end... Perhaps, is not flat, but whether it is muddy or rough, all must experience or, through ups and downs, or... Is destiny, no one can change... Accept, accept all their own, do not have really destined to hit does not have... Calmly to face everything, he can only rely on their own... Nobody feels sorry for you... All the expressions and buried the idea, that gives a person is very dull feeling, do not want to tell those helpless... No one will know that... In the past, it has passed
CCIBA... Won't come back... This year, is just the beginning... The future really do not know how, don't know who will accompany in my side an... Personal feeling, has been for a long time...
Summer, hot... The most don't like a season... Some dirty always revealed its vulgar... Love cloudy melancholy, especially in late summer, the sky is fluttering the drizzle
Men fashion... The melancholy thoughts is easy to recall... This is sad...
I walked for so many years, do not know what, anyway... Lost a lot.... today, we follow the footsteps of youth, walking in the free world...... The passing clouds just once fragments, past people may remember, might have been unable to contact...... Those melodies, once those stories, the memory of people, all with youth fading...... Leaving only during that unforgettable memory...... Know how to grasp, do not wait until the loss of remorse. Cherish now...... Have all the treasure... Nothing can be lost, we always smile, to the last to know, forget how to cry... Because laugh themselves silly, silly not to know...
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