The once most beautiful
Characters, are overflowing and recording accidentally a section of one that passeds of the next section are pale.
If the past event of the cigarette is tidied up again, bind into a silent and mute theme. It is like this,past already one one confirmation.
Long in this world, wipe to people whose shoulder pass by too many, too much.
It was tacit once, between each other; Once, all in it appreciate thoroughly;
Once, calm figure of smiling, has already become a fact gradually fuzzily. . . . . .
Everybody has a lamp in the heart, either overt or covert, go down along the mere shadow.
Reason gathers reason scatteredly, even if is a series of development of the life. However, like the once similar figure, saw through the tunnel of time, a section of memory recovered on the bottom of heart slowly.
The ones that once passed by have already been avoided all mention of, but latent and little in the heart. It was often the most remote dreamland once.
Later, the affairs of human life fluctuate, knew in having no measure.
We only catch, the old, transient guest of the disease, death, we are just the youthful wiping shying swans each other.
Who 's the blue sea is everyone, who 's Sang Tian is everyone. If shuttleless loom time move towards the homeward journey of the desire in a cruel one.
However, as the weeds of soul grow into Lin, even the attentive edge like the dying embers crazily, struggle too, can't abandon the brimming purity like white sandalwood.
Life once unable and forgotten, once once, also like all one's life.
The washing away of time, some people have already remoulded oneself thoroughly. Eyes read again less than one silk clear brilliant rays purely, time inscribe full of stains or spots strange maturity at face.
, others are in the eyes, am I also so? Others Yin bury how much once, have what regret?
Once, cut off time, isolated the space.
It was the most beautiful once, the once purity had fallen from the sky or outer space and killed quietly already in this world chasing.
It was the most beautiful once, the once purity was faint and withered among 6.67 hectares of snaps of the fingers.