Dust of common customs
Been looking for desperately all the time, but will not know to forget anything
Look at car such as street of Long Ma, which corner print footprint to keep me
Look at the glass broken because of carelessness, keep in the stand in disorder
Dare, go, pick up sedulously, as if what will be pained
Think of those crazily, shouldn't originally belong to my characters
The music has been stopped, as if the whole world is quiet
One silent to sit, come down, moan, give repeated exhortations melody to belong to me
I wonder when to come to like " the Holy Bible ", perhaps just in order to free for one
Like those some stories into it, let people think deeply about; Move
Yu Wen; Can not be ice-cold forever
fashionlife99Stand in where it is; The ones that count that loss accurately are permanent
Listen, the sound of the wind
Blow and ache the cheek, blow the messy long hair
Turn one's head; But can not find me again
Originally; The sky wonders when to turn gray
The suspense that been wanting to struggle all the time, but fall in the common customs
See picture thought in the heart, when but burnt for the ashes
Those tiny dust; Descend slowly and lightly in hands
Why; Why
In a moment, red and gaudy like blood
