a forever friend

I am not a sad child
You are still a fictitious forehead
Qian is tired in the empty consciousness not had of time
Have not waited
I am very clear
Understand that dyes answering
Specious story
Block into a scrappy prose
The bit becomes the shocking poem

Everything is from start to finish
Turn into a piece of rest trembling
Seem not to happen
But come clearly into view
Have not stopped  Whether or the lie
Or stay carelessly
Have not refused  Or yearn
It is passionate not to have again
No longer just like originally

The red and black concept is fuzzy
What is absolutely
No  Do not have it absolutely absolutely

Do not twine a blue and green rattan
Worry a little star light
Do not misunderstand it and have pity on everything seen
It is the attitude to be hasty
It is not a style
Do not need to feel guilty
Do not matter and repent

Always stumble
After looking for  Penniless
Red string for binding a plait behind
My heart does not live
Charming common customs before one's eyes
True and false

Or remain silent
Do not sleep  Ambiguous
Sound of footsteps that time disappears
Force a smile and wait at daybreak
Go to sleep dimly
Use a dream
It is irredeemable to summarize for all one's life
With happening
Turn out a prestigious institution

 

The youth is the pastry beautiful
Eyes are very black and very black
Than the what you held night, have countless time blacker
Shade because of you  The society tosses about in bed
Attention because of you  The society buries

Even July  Heat wave
Rainwater
Or trials and hardship thunder and lightning
Perhaps  Need countless kind to bear the weight of
With the way that is born

Should not impose the answer simply
Should not look for flowers to be in bloom simply
Memory is a mirror
If not the happiness radiant with smiles
How is it
Memory, to the heart

Memory, to the heart
Like crossing the dream at night
Like a line silk tied
Like all excuses in panic
What needn't explain
Originally once in a while
Destiny is mixed
Just  Unreal image of the outline of destiny

In the disguise of whose name is it
It is scanty repeatedly
One but the more gray fog fan is indebted to

From then on  Have not subdued the sound
Do not just have that
Perseverance involved in at the beginning of September
There are countless branches of the emotion
This is not love
It is not the kindred
But  Lie across the edge
The one difficult to describe is gathered

The fault is not here, you   Here, I
Lie in me
False with the selfish name
It is deeply worried to cover up

The youth is the pastry beautiful
Can not bear to eat any more
Will still always go
And I  Why is all
Child that does not know how to treasure
You will smile and nod
Will cry and shake the head too

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