Reed fragrance, who is white who wait

Reed fragrance, clear figures on the calendar tells me that another year of the Dragon Boat Festival, people have changed, who is white who wait.

This is not a rainy season, but fluttering drizzle, so the silence of the night was more dark, silent streets seemed so bleak. A sound of raindrops themselves back to reality, so that my sober, everything will change, nothing is eternal, time and distance will all change beyond recognition, he eventually went their separate ways this intimacy, this road will not have you.

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choice did it? Finally an answer always is "none of the above answers." Destiny is not does not give you a choice, but to the right answers are left in the end. And I was the last one, "The answer to both of the above" option.

Some of the answer you think is right, the result is wrong, some of you clearly know the answer is wrong, so far away, you end up choosing that is the last answer, the answer clearly tell you the answer to both of the above .

This city has so much scenery, are a reminder of the past, I miss you standing in the rain, but can only say sorry, desperately ripping memory, but no alternative but to cry. Cold and tell myself that it all just illusion, is busy all the same reasons, wait, what else can I do except wait, begging for his change so pale and weak.

Listening to repeat the song, their own sadness and tears, always the years pass, the way a person to go home, have not had time to stop, and again open to another port, where the wrong may be, end of the road but did not you wait for me.

March like a hook, one thin, moon beams and window, pale and whose thoughts, listening to a melodious, but I do not know who is playing this quiet time in the slowly flowing, gorgeous movement, I ripped the last camouflage, they are not seen the original appearance.

Never thought of such a fragrance reed leaves, without any atmosphere, but so beautiful, pixel Yan's you, everything is so pure. Perhaps the mentality has changed, perhaps too much care, and everything about you so beautiful, folding a piece of reed, gently wrap this longing, fastened, sent to you from afar. Everything is so beautiful, without thinking no mood to worry no injuries, we have to carry ... ...