The sound leaves

The sound leaves ;

quietly waded away I do not know, alternatively dedication to wait.
I kapok life, after all, I am one ordinary matron in the multitude will not get consideration, there is little luxury also mythological love, I disdain artificial, give assistance, unequal love, for their own beliefs, and even gave up the long-awaited love, I'm not so large, fair been looking for that feeling, that feeling is the conscience of the holy,0677.org, the psyche is the heart of the mallet in the height of the last line of barricade, because I have a enthusiasm devoted to defend, a mini moved, and one pair of true love Kuku and firmly deem that you will always come looking for the foolish, I am disinclined involved, but saw far - or landscape, or farce. Is it actually love, is an invisible birds are singing in the event of decease of the soil will do?
I do not know ... ...
; love, not a laborious negotiation but rather a mixture of feeling, a sensibility that everybody is assorted,9233.org, an does not like to appease everybody. Love is not faultless but a complementary process, not bias a fair, not rapacity is satisfied, but not dependent aboard every arm, so I have been walking single, because I did not point a winecup light from the center, until I met you, encounter your smile. All this proves, I did not dust free as many years and so affective, but ultimately I chose to flee, few pedestrians walking in the avenue, step above smth. With his own shadow, I acknowledge, I was feeble, whereas I tried to your forget, but I can not, I fear walking alone in this emotion of solitude.
Yela, the flowers withered, and next year also tin be regenerated, and then brilliant, but to the die can not quit? Sometimes, I love it down manufacture, love it chic come, do not whine to the globe leaving a trace; love its inclusiveness, it is mediocre and not ordinary outlook toward life: love it looks into the distance of the eyes and the laugh behind to sweep the world. One person, who can Xinruzhishui his life, not love, not hate, no grudges, no apology? ! I ... can not.
But even if we missed the hand, merely I absence apt acquaint you understand you are my fortunate life.