cinlkyfiey
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 Posted: Sat 22:42, 26 Mar 2011 Post subject: Butterfly Tattoo |
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senior year, our hands have a tattoo of a butterfly, I left, your right hand, that moment, with this life, the promise of the afterlife.
time, we were blatantly on campus holding hands, a pair of tattoo butterflies attracted a lot of Huaqianyuexia envy lovers, but also provoke us how many gratuitous expression of resentment. But we do not care, that our hearts are warm, will that Forever to go on.
I like to take you to the crowded public transport, like in a crowded trunk posture pretending to protect you, with your body to Siege a small space [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], which will be around you. Love your hot breath of micro regularly spit in my face gently, until through my skin, along the blood flow to the heart of the position has been, I feel like a sudden wind blew the Wen Runqing along the heart Lake crackling out of colored glass Rights of brilliant flowers, everyone [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], including you, have not noticed a small trick to succeed to my lips, smile, and then only hope that a longer extension of this road, and then longer.
happiness is often short-lived, like a butterfly on each other like the back of the hand, but also with wings, we, like the butterfly-like joy in the happiness of the flower trembling on the wings of time, but faced with where to go after graduation, I insisted on going north, but you decided to move south, to each other, have far-fetched reason. We suddenly understood each other, this time it belongs to the Legend of Love, we end be separated. Silent, the heart appears to have distance.
parting day, the sun sinking slowly along the foot of the mountain, the sun shines on the back of the hand as the butterflies like the red of blood, holding hands, not talking to each other in the know do not post, can no longer see each other.
at the moment, the sun, as the past, silent, watching the butterflies on the back of the hand, still glowing in the sunset ho lifeless dark red. Smart had no time, a few days ago, received your message, you light said; I did not reply to your message, I know, the back of the butterfly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but we have some memories on the youth in the full blast the sound of the passage of time will naturally quiet corner of precipitation in the unknown. Only at some point, picking up slowly to the memories.
parasol leaf yellow to yellow, the flowers off another fall, another winter has come, brown the years has been north of the snow cover. But, also remember once stood in the garden of my mind, and I love the butterfly with the search for your dream ... ...
Sometimes, I really doubt I had a dream, but the butterfly on the back of the hand clearly told me that there is a butterfly of the same youth, who shared the wings vibrate. But, this dream was too real, too real, too fragile. Love is gone, light, longer life of pain. Weight, longer chains of love. Now, I have already let go, one day, as long as there is a trace of love remaining, after all, there will be a butterfly flutter with me the wings of love.
left a butterfly in the winter, I fly alone ... ...
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