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 Posted: Wed 22:27, 23 Mar 2011 Post subject: I love the man who |
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sword tasteless cooking wine, drink a glass of whom, you for me farewell, farewell
for me ever since you heard this song, I had Westlife crazy obsession, though not handsome, but that he has a special taste of the sound, as if the huge stage, only his most special. I will spend time in the afternoon to find a small shop forgets to return his posters, immersed and excited to open the computer first thing concerned about his trip, his first hits the news, the collection of his photos in the space to see if he was sought after by many people, the crush was young, like a vine like crazy elongation.
So I went through third, third year, the University of numerous tasks and a variety of activities filling in my life, Anson Hu gradually retreat in my mind, think again, also with a mature mind to see to appreciate. A chance came, I heard the voice of a long absence, the original is his new song love looking at flowers and fall, my heart was trembling, there is a loss of a loved one like a sad, silent tears over the face, though no longer young and is so emotional ups and downs is so Sentimental. But after growing up with us, turned around after to thank not only the petals of a still face. His fame, his shortcomings fleeting, once again to comprehend, a sudden sense of resignation, in what was most important in my life man [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when secretly from the fingers slip past the time when the enthusiasm faded past the gorgeous dress, and all return to origin, I saw it.
Christmas Eve, I abandon the phone wait in a lofty plateau when the mood to ice crystals from the sea, can feel that kind of cool to give up the silent grief. Cycling over the city noises and bright lights of love color, yellow, drawn by the lonely, broken white water in one place. I do not expect in that little bit of warmth, I no longer pray for the arrival of a time machine. Suffer in silence those fragile injury, bitter bite index finger, concave teeth marks that confirmed the original in my heart still. In this way became separated at the junction, separation in the sky. Idea of what share of pure love of simple, sweet and sour aftertaste that after the emotions, let me better understand their own direction, not elegant natural flying in the air, not to think desolate foothills of the sad, do not take wild street feeling very depressed. Thanksgiving learned, learned growing learned to smile, to replace those past circumstances. Once again, the passing, I'm good, not noisy no trouble do not show off, do not need others to know whether I have been good.
outside to take care of yourself, learn to better separate the phone end of the line came the long period of breath, my tears in the eyes round and round, looked up and silence a half long, and mix thoroughly breath, and said that the man I love , Dad, I know. River in the precipitation of memory, some people like wine, the longer the collection, the more mellow the flavor of sweet right way. And some like sand, winds to light, and disappeared. This man belongs to the former, once I hated this man, I told him roar like hysteria, and I refuse to obey all his words [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I said [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and his irreconcilable, I always unscrupulous stamp in his heart under the wound . Youth fade away, those shining sword sting like a sadness in my heart, I have had so vexatious, so I was stubborn indifference, cold heart and then his love of tolerance, the change in the calm and warm . Shaohua memory, polished the edges and corners, and I faint smile, half-comprehended. Ruoyouruowu faint smile in a shallow pool, I know he loves me without complaint, I understand he's good, I think fondly of his that I love the taste
The men are still there, they are good, with my past or light or short, but without exception, I have long loved their Love, the future full stop, I can not afford the word gorgeous table, but I will try to make that journey even longer, will not forget, but the pace can not be turned back, the rest of this life, the wish, the man who I love, to be good.
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