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Street light of mid-night
23 November, 2009
Street light of mid-night
The street light of mid-night is that one section does not have the lonely years that place says good-bye to, also choose a kind of prediction of a person's luck in a given year not coming again again to recollect. The chirp of new students sings outside the window romantically, the pen has no speech, the paper is pale. The indifference in accordance with expectation, separated by except time of yesterday, everything is strange, in love with the stranger is only one step away.
Unrivalled street lane, daytime only a little dust. Lonely losing, it is light voluminous to turn on street to be frightened desolate and miserable, wish eagerly left hand warmth to draw right hand, the ones that concentrate in the heart are warm and romantic.
Dote on the expression of this poesy in my mood, the sad strongly fragrant flower alone in full bloom in it is lonely and dark, always condensing the fragrance of the bitterness. Used to one lonely walking in this desire city, go, weigh how darkly it will be own emotion no longer, agony and struggle in this world, the ones that enabled changing helplessly and sadly incompletely are satisfactory, the failure is full of too sweetly.
I can only decorate my journey in this clear and simple sentence, the mind is flying in profusions, promise, reduce simple with nature too many a florescence in the heart. Unless the lifelike like yesterday in memory sometimes, sometimes but it meets that eye is fuzzy,lose so that distinguish make and once.
Aggravating gradually of night, rushing about in the human society ends too, my silent breath, the silent one strolls, the silent worry of letting fly away. City it suffused withes to be a little red light under dim light, this one whom nobody bother totally one's own night, I can enter this rosy dreamland freely.
Quiet night is silent, much countless freshness and slight chill in the air, do not know at such night how many open flowers there are, wish eagerly and hope that has stored and had one's heart filled with one, is inserting the thin fragrance of flowers in the air indistinctly, wash away I, language apparent coarseness at this moment, characters a apparent one vulgar, one mood swiftly creep into I on the unlimited heart, then my heart is warm, feel%
The street light of mid-night is that one section does not have the lonely years that place says good-bye to, also choose a kind of prediction of a person's luck in a given year not coming again again to recollect. The chirp of new students sings outside the window romantically, the pen has no speech, the paper is pale. The indifference in accordance with expectation, separated by except time of yesterday, everything is strange, in love with the stranger is only one step away.
Unrivalled street lane, daytime only a little dust. Lonely losing, it is light voluminous to turn on street to be frightened desolate and miserable, wish eagerly left hand warmth to draw right hand, the ones that concentrate in the heart are warm and romantic.
Dote on the expression of this poesy in my mood, the sad strongly fragrant flower alone in full bloom in it is lonely and dark, always condensing the fragrance of the bitterness. Used to one lonely walking in this desire city, go, weigh how darkly it will be own emotion no longer, agony and struggle in this world, the ones that enabled changing helplessly and sadly incompletely are satisfactory, the failure is full of too sweetly.
I can only decorate my journey in this clear and simple sentence, the mind is flying in profusions, promise, reduce simple with nature too many a florescence in the heart. Unless the lifelike like yesterday in memory sometimes, sometimes but it meets that eye is fuzzy,lose so that distinguish make and once.
Aggravating gradually of night, rushing about in the human society ends too, my silent breath, the silent one strolls, the silent worry of letting fly away. City it suffused withes to be a little red light under dim light, this one whom nobody bother totally one's own night, I can enter this rosy dreamland freely.
Quiet night is silent, much countless freshness and slight chill in the air, do not know at such night how many open flowers there are, wish eagerly and hope that has stored and had one's heart filled with one, is inserting the thin fragrance of flowers in the air indistinctly, wash away I, language apparent coarseness at this moment, characters a apparent one vulgar, one mood swiftly creep into I on the unlimited heart, then my heart is warm, feel%
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