Suddenly summer

fariiton

each wake up, you were not in, like all the same, but different stories [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like those who do not give a sense of joy was not the outcome, only the silhouette of a flow charge, a plain confession, choked not be delivered.
walk in the old city house volumes, the sun is dim lake die, I reach out and touch those stained brick buildings, has the warmth of touch is a bit thin. Split stone mottled spots on the road I do not know what year and what is left on the steps, obviously every, every second of every corner of the precipitation are the old time, see and feel the earth are living bustling confused fireworks.
so easy to think of these days, kind of person who is looking forward to each phase of the World, if this time of year in different cities to meet the rich history of the same person, but also gift. Last year, the sun and snow are in conflict today is unity. At that time only a few pages of writing paper out of the chaos to fight the kind of emotion, as if the mouth is frivolous short arc, point of water before. Life is like Chaomu [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and what is now Hunhunee what stage? Now, think of a bed of roses if the plot, you can not shed tears. Only that, but days go rather Yu Oh is still waved their hands in an attempt to muddle the season, when time seems to set the grid, suddenly this summer.
I have forgotten how to grow up. Car should be broken cocoon-like pain, but in time the stroke repetition in fine array, into a chaotic existence. Like every summer afternoon. Beach Chair under the shade of the body lying on the bed. Hot sun to mark the eyelids, the red hot fishy. Endless dead cicadas on the noise in the eardrum.
a package or as a thick cocoon of the heart, in the two-year-old's body, weak jump edge. Like those hot summer days, a pair of dark faint chirping of the insects draw. Or Firefly. As we listen to the late legend Zhaohuaxishi stare. All quiet in this beautiful world of regret.
years ago, I said I leave you the most important. Finish this sentence, you have left this life in the bustling city, I forgot that this is the first of several letters. End of the lotus in the care of spare time after. I'm in a daze in the evening in addition to that you may never write these letters can not see the operation. When you leave, time to become extraordinary. Sometimes in slow motion like in the movies, everyone at you a thousand slow smile or cry write speed. Sometimes the picture like a frame-skipping become no clean up. I always have this illusion that those who watch in the major, there on the ground, those pointers in my feet ticking, the sound of a walk in my God every moment.
they all remind me that you left, like also carry away the time.
night was quiet, so quiet the sound of even his tears could be heard clearly. Every wake up, you will not.
I finally decided not to write to you. I hope I can find you again. If you come back a lot of the afternoon, you will see these flowers [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they are still there, they still have a prosperous and cumbersome flowers.
never been able to eat like a dark light.
lotus bloom in summer.
lot of time, I want to lay like this, sleeping in a century. No crowd, that one has never been rarely seen, not the same as their own.
after you left, I always dream of more and more frequently, wake up the field all the most bizarre connection appears. Later to be awakened every night, I sat in my bed, holding the sheet. Zheng Yanjing looked around heavy darkness. They pressed heavy breathing, so that became distant and heavy heart, as every time I have this hunch, I feel the darkness, suddenly heard you call my name. Like the sound of water, like himself.
heavy rain, from you're gone.
I have forgotten them, and it was here, forgotten in time and space of the dead, silent, bearing a decade of rain and Love coverage.
a child my mother said that each of us, have to endure enough rain to healthy growth of the north. So, I grew up accustomed to when it rains, watching people jump the streets in panic ran his own quiet, slow walking through the rain, and a huge heart full of rain the same, clear sadness.
time to come and go, leaving only a thin axis, straight to pry into the depths of the age. There are some deep voice has been ringing to the brain, many nerves are not cut off the tip, then became intermittent not fathom the pain in an instant highlight the cave from the deep, deep pain through crest up, as in heavy The rain filled the power of the seed germination, root section to the transmission of pain to a deeper place, but in another moment, and suddenly all off, the pain to find far-fetched one

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