Instead of the world, the same faith
Customary phone from his pocket somewhere near the school received from an unknown alien messages. Pumping light and then look at the mouth, contempt or inadvertently understand the hearts of enough words to describe the strange Jisi roam the meantime.
Fonts in the dark dark space bleak stop breathing, not knowing the wind this winter because I felt some inexplicable depression, or my own away from their close of this bleak reality. Like the cool people's dreams, pale screen fonts that look more dark black, black was some hysteria. Then, the glances, indifferent ... ... that is issued under the yellow light colorful rendering a bit in the maverick world. Finally, the test was unable to bear life, way to come down the moment, and anxious to a million years. Yellow leaves from the Na Liangpian monotonous background through the monotony, the remains will be unable to look up the head and left side faces of the arc, blinking in the sunlight. Incidentally Shao Shang hope this winter. However, when the two pieces when the yellow leaves lose their luster once the branches, I did not bother to search. Clear, life will slowly get the cold one, first one finger, then one arm, and then spread throughout the life.
Always trying to tiptoe to get high-level air fragrant, very hard, and throbbing toe, toe to enlarge frivolous and unknown pain, constantly extending from the soles of the feet, lower eyelid tenderness gradually dim the eye, like a sunny day facing the sun, the white skin is always rendered with a kind of impulse to want intimacy, like the rebellious boy, rebellious exterior life always has a hot heart. Yin opened like the mouth, and then continue to wash it down the arc of pale lips and teeth color, like the mouth constantly impacted by a steel-like hearty sonorous, powerful, like the colors of the canvas under the scrub shoes, like the breeze in vain black side of the forehead hairline, like ... ...
Like too much, too much, like dead leaves too much nostalgia and not the branches, like tea and coffee, but never dull colors. Like the clean white but never lost the love of beautiful colorful. Like the black hair line, but they is not ... ...
Still, dragging the heavy body, cumbersome swinging in fixed locations. Yellow hair and beat again hide single fold head flashing, just gently smiled, trying not to wake the pain of the left atrium. Then repeated for each cell mobilization, the fastest speed he showed in contempt, the passing in the end ... ... which he said: "I or me?" I said: "You foolish?" I'm still me, I me?
Liuniansishui era, the haze of static, if at the child and the cold front hovering in the air constantly, stop. Always, drooping eyelids, still a child, winter took away the life of the summer. I remember the words of a Mentor, "a loss can be, but a loss in the forward to" occasionally, looking back. Not clear which of the surging river does not import the calm sea. The end of life also accompanied the baptism of pain. Another way of life, you have just a piece of paper ... ...
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