Along the axis of time slows to a crawl, sunlight and draw track, like August flower Phoenix fester in the rain here, a brilliant red. The setting sun quickly toward the horizon sank in the past, while sinking and discrete
discounted gucci handbags, like the yolk was then spread to the whole of the sky, the sky was burning dimly.
If the time can flow, juvenile may linger in the take one's ease age, passed through the dark years, never wilt smile. However, our youth for his own footprints of youth, in the lonely years sang youth elegy.
Our youth is not understood the hours passed by. Happiness, is to find excuses in sadness; sadness, is lonely. For others to see the tears. We grabbed a pen, the crooked will youth write too confused. Desolation is perhaps the spring comes the precursor, but all the youth of too many emotional, too much too much. Time for the youth yellow memory, our youth in the street, the memories of the negative is bitter tears
Sculptra, we will leave time to writing the youth.
Long ago, if we will youth story written in the palm of the hand, not to stray, do not confused. Maybe our youth will be preserved in a pot of wine, drunk on the road to the old. The story of youth, think he is a magnificent chapter, like the wind, gently across the earth the memories of the sea.
The evening, our youth in the unfinished is old, a different look life let us learn not to be strong, will rely on holding too tightly too tight, will forever as another appearance, let alone embrace, is flying, look at, is a row of street youth. Youth is the first residence trouble, but we will wind sway, broken faces, as if yesterday we began wandering...... Youth is just between us toss and turn restlessly. We are in the other Youth passes as a fleeting wave
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