Falling silent, growing sand

Wake up, the window is to float a drizzle, not even sleep. Too early in the cold, the solitude of the mixing fraction of the color, the gap relative to the morning, micro-thin cool yet warm. Just get used to the morning light yellow into the window of peace, no reason to give birth to a trace of anxiety. Drizzle accompanied the slightest breeze, but also somewhat enchanting, is pleased.

Turn to put on the pillow book, read the accident, "falling silent, Rendanruju" exceptionally like, just like it, they feel free and easy indifference to the body not a thing. The distance from the flowers seem far away, and this weak dash of meaning, not taste, silence can not wait to tread.

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let grief, forget the gentle elegance of those vegetation. I remember the days years ago, frivolous Moreover, the narrow ends meet. Because care must be obtained, usually close up the beauty of these plants and flowers, dip a flower grass green, but that was gaudy, the daily care, not dedicated, but the day almost unable to moisture, and can still keep that is not easily to lives lost. One day at leisure, when you see watering, bright red in front of dark green, life is already lost, a little yellow fade gradually. A rude awakening, but unable to restore it meant to fade, the heart actually hurt, and suddenly realize that this is not coming back the lost ... ...

Later, they put a bright new flowers, exceptionally tender affection, doubly good care. Disturbed people was too much resentment, when sunset, see the long-hidden smile, accompanied by this confusion of life, day smoke, gradually alienated anxiety, those quiet times, the heart is weakened , wanted to look at so quietly, looking at the beauty of those who never had ... ...

Left everything there, but also think of the sunset under the Guying ... ... the flowers will eventually choose a arrogant attitude, to a close. I remember once in a corner of earth, accompanied by memories of mind, dissipated.

This is the fate, there must be vigorous and down towards the sleepy, sun and rain of torment, until the end of life. Did not understand the meaning of life belong to them, and this fate is complete, most beautiful in bloom, filled with different fragrance. Choose low-key publicity, or the Magic of a strong? Or elegant fragrance also? Are implicit and only the essence of the individual, right or wrong, where to go, insignificant, only for the sight. Voice and face, could there the most beautiful, but it is warm.