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Hurt before, too tired, helpless before.
pain and cried, moaning over.
sketch vicissitudes of life, chatter fleeting, a dream in the face of reality, and again broken.
heart in the years to mature and learn to take it lightly.
finally, the fall came, I broke out the cocoon.
Finally, I also grow a pair of wings to fly to the sky [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and wrote a few poems with fragments on the Autumn, decorative street. Xie
downtown to an end [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], remnants of the feast left alone, I still had the mind, clear water. Long black hair hovering at the side, faint smile on his mouth.
passing a hurry, but I see the appearance of quiet, hidden corner of the eye can not see through my sorrow, I can not hear other people's resentment. Because time is left on my forehead away the stigma of youth, so that wrinkles evolve into a fine light-colored Review. Huan a clear wind to the injured person, there will be a day to understand right and wrong. Wave fingertips, slowly flowing curl melancholy in the heart, to see who can dream there in the cocoon, to see who can fool into a butterfly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], leap the sea.
Autumn fireflies, how many encounters [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like fireworks, gorgeous in the dark night sky, in the lonely sigh in despair. But if you're coming, followed feeling to sit it, or just saying, what. Accompanied me Tingting Ge, writing mood. To convey a vague warm attachment, a detour to network with each other nestling. So one day look tired, but also without regret. Waved his hand, hurried away. He is in the meet, who do not repine, who do not remember who. Too hastily, too hastily. People are all passing, passing are all passers-by.
Suiyueruge, long finish. Outside of your poem, sitting clouds. I saw you on stage with nothing more than a pot of boiled Nver peach, a blue rod, there is also a hanging in Liu Shao's free. You will also be thousands of miles away, facing the sky, crescent moon, along the Yuet Wah think I may be holding a tea under the moon, accompanied by the ears and elegant music, quietly in leisure time in the taste. After your departure, of course, do not know, lonely night Oh, I also hurt in the break in the cocoon into a butterfly in the dream was removed.
you in the days, I felt warm. You are not the time, I have not tell the light ah, can not say the pleasure. That once lost, that once the pieces are gradually being forgotten. No one knows who, who I do not know behind the scenes, they are also in the face of the facts have become an elegant butterfly fluttering in the Xiaoxiang earth. Long story, endless life, Romance, difficult complaint human scores. You go, he is. Lay down and accept the depth of all is that a fate. Fall for dust, subtle fragrance will be cleared, no one would who is who. Bid farewell to you, or you threw away, all that is optional. Because no matter who, with how kind of mood, they can not reverse the time the answer has long been doomed, or do not escape the fate. After a series of struggles, you are still you, he he, I had never thought of becoming a butterfly.
through year after year, soaked in the dust of the spur. Looking back, did wake up, the original, so-called butterfly is the case from Xiaoxiang.