Heart island

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quiet night, hear the cicadas sing Qingyin shallow worm. Only a few times to hear your heart sigh, crumple the midnight silence. Who woke the sleeping in the dreams? Yuet Wah mind sees like to wander as close to condensation in the air; let the night's watercolor rendering of space filled with loneliness; make crystal clear the already heavy dew wet thoughts. -
From your toss and turn, I read out the beauty of insomnia [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it was a sad let you struggle with the lingering of the past but can not speak. Review could not bear the pain, you are happy being the taste of chewing? -
It really be a heart has been? Lose heart but has really lost! Deeper in the years to come cruising back, I seem to find your true smile. And glittering in the mellow wine, I clearly see the sadness in your eyes, in the fall. -
To an annihilation of the secular vision of true love. I clearly heard when you were broken Cui Xiang. Pale in the days we have traveled together, you always silent. I know you can not go to touch that part of grief in the past. Can you ever really go through the mind and the low, out of a painful struggle? -
heart. She is also starting to bear the loneliness out of life is difficult. -
The end of a relationship, you can not pull fiber slip her hand, lost love back in after the turn ... ... -
people leave, the heart does go on. Who is crying for himself standing in the wind? Gray eyebrows locked into the mood of depression. You use the guitar silence, away from the memorial a sad sad. The island you never mind who to open. But I still listen to your heart's share of frustration from the call: -
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can bounce when the beloved guitar, -
to tell that the situation is very long War. -
In fact, the wandering mind already, and
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put aside all that, with the mood to go wandering home. This is the photo your mind at this time. -
Reading your loneliness [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but not into your heart. When love is not open already languish and die. I can only be set aside in the life of their own shallow shore, and you ran with the simple pleasures. -
, However, really happy? -
Shake the sleeping mind when the night wind, the moon shed Montreal depression. I do not know how to escape - that sleepless night. Quietly out of the bedroom, a glass of red wine in your hand, the window flickering lights dim and the dark solitude of my confrontation. The upset state of mind and into which the blood samples in the gently swaying, and then slowly the taste of chemicals out of loneliness.
clean and shallow memories, you always stand in a dream the other side. I can not find the key to open your door, so a romantic affection, falls pale in piecemeal years, wind dispersion, gains a trace. The direction of love lost [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], was crumple in the vicissitudes of sour silence sad, sad condense into stone, forming yet another island of the mind.