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Love of the tea and water
17 February, 2009
Love of the tea and water
It is cold in chilling autumn night, the miss of springing up as undercurrent in the air is distributing the lonely taste of making people suffocate. The tea rolled up ripples in the bolling hot ripples of the glass, the slim and graceful one unfolds the figure in waving.
Stop up ears with the music, stop up the sense of hearing missed, avoid and separate the empty unrestrained your voice which attacks my tympanum too while separating. A whiff of dry mood that moves pushes way by shoving or bumping in the body, look for the route to burst out. It is turbulent that eyes have Wen Wen's liquid and leave, the companion sobs and just releases fragily.
Hand get teacup, bow, watch tea continue, rotate, burst forth health all passion and beauty. Life that inlaying or parcel is quiet while seeming to be a cup of light green sparkling and crystal-clear solids. A whiff of fragrant steams blow against one's face in ascension, the misted mind for a moment. Light to sip one fragrant to engrave, round astringent tea play one turn, the gentle one slides in lip of the tongue a little. Open the mouth and deeply breathe a little, sweet immediately in one's mouth. Missing a person is the happiness after this kind is a little bitter.
Rose on it it has to be the purple at figer tip in full bloom, green leaf the light to sew in by. Some roses on the desk dry up, and the pattern beautiful is still lifelike on the nail. Appreciating quietly, that figer tip is like having the life to quiver, have the delicate and shy and ambiguous expression in one's eyes suddenly, catering to my expression in one's eyes. I know, feel beautiful while remembering, all all has a life.
Time through the too long,the long after drawing too in distance, we the getting getting more languid a more bit on so tired out miss. At a lot of deserted and lonely night, I or looking at the picture on the wall, or is counting the star outside window, solidify sit, one's own warm air, such as tea of water, split feeling of resting assured slowly. The beauty of the tea proves in water, I am vivid because of you. You know I can't lose you, love water just like tea. The reverberating of touching music Chaos, still move under water and stride forward at one's side at night, I am keeping the lonely beauty in the cup, solve your outline to construct, my very heavy parcel, then continue the vivid thought
It is cold in chilling autumn night, the miss of springing up as undercurrent in the air is distributing the lonely taste of making people suffocate. The tea rolled up ripples in the bolling hot ripples of the glass, the slim and graceful one unfolds the figure in waving.
Stop up ears with the music, stop up the sense of hearing missed, avoid and separate the empty unrestrained your voice which attacks my tympanum too while separating. A whiff of dry mood that moves pushes way by shoving or bumping in the body, look for the route to burst out. It is turbulent that eyes have Wen Wen's liquid and leave, the companion sobs and just releases fragily.
Hand get teacup, bow, watch tea continue, rotate, burst forth health all passion and beauty. Life that inlaying or parcel is quiet while seeming to be a cup of light green sparkling and crystal-clear solids. A whiff of fragrant steams blow against one's face in ascension, the misted mind for a moment. Light to sip one fragrant to engrave, round astringent tea play one turn, the gentle one slides in lip of the tongue a little. Open the mouth and deeply breathe a little, sweet immediately in one's mouth. Missing a person is the happiness after this kind is a little bitter.
Rose on it it has to be the purple at figer tip in full bloom, green leaf the light to sew in by. Some roses on the desk dry up, and the pattern beautiful is still lifelike on the nail. Appreciating quietly, that figer tip is like having the life to quiver, have the delicate and shy and ambiguous expression in one's eyes suddenly, catering to my expression in one's eyes. I know, feel beautiful while remembering, all all has a life.
Time through the too long,the long after drawing too in distance, we the getting getting more languid a more bit on so tired out miss. At a lot of deserted and lonely night, I or looking at the picture on the wall, or is counting the star outside window, solidify sit, one's own warm air, such as tea of water, split feeling of resting assured slowly. The beauty of the tea proves in water, I am vivid because of you. You know I can't lose you, love water just like tea. The reverberating of touching music Chaos, still move under water and stride forward at one's side at night, I am keeping the lonely beauty in the cup, solve your outline to construct, my very heavy parcel, then continue the vivid thought
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