To the life of the mind
Posted on 27/5/2010 at 10:05
To the life of the mind
Stationed in the warm sun of the catkins, Fluttering in the wind was light and joy of the angels, I just want to share a little fun with it factor.
Alone in the lonely solitude, obviously very happy, suddenly grief; obviously very sad, tears are Liu Buchu. Does too much love, can not pull of an affair occupied territories heart happy; whether life too seriously, could not understand why the lonely pain filled every corner of the body; is too lengthy and jumbled thinking, the ability to become increasingly self-control the more weak. If I have this piece of forest in the life lost export orientation.
In fact, for the love do not want to be a woman entangled in the superficial, in fact, do not want their day to think too much unhappiness has nothing to do with the future of the trivial, in fact, do not want to always engraved in mind blurring between the bit about the dream. But I do not have holy heart, can not control the emotion of always arises spontaneously, can not erase the scars are still dull pain, not give yourself a quiet and happy forever forget earthly reason. So still so crazy to live joyful lives.
Fresh and moist soil, the same as the quilt is covered with my body that reveal the dark light is a quiet joy, this feeling is breeding in the heart, eager to spread occasionally, but I never allow themselves to no sense of responsibility of the end of this life, so I still Otherwise give up that hint of dark in search of bright happiness.
Stationed in the warm sun of the catkins, Fluttering in the wind was light and joy of the angels, I just want to share a little fun with it factor.
Alone in the lonely solitude, obviously very happy, suddenly grief; obviously very sad, tears are Liu Buchu. Does too much love, can not pull of an affair occupied territories heart happy; whether life too seriously, could not understand why the lonely pain filled every corner of the body; is too lengthy and jumbled thinking, the ability to become increasingly self-control the more weak. If I have this piece of forest in the life lost export orientation.
In fact, for the love do not want to be a woman entangled in the superficial, in fact, do not want their day to think too much unhappiness has nothing to do with the future of the trivial, in fact, do not want to always engraved in mind blurring between the bit about the dream. But I do not have holy heart, can not control the emotion of always arises spontaneously, can not erase the scars are still dull pain, not give yourself a quiet and happy forever forget earthly reason. So still so crazy to live joyful lives.
Fresh and moist soil, the same as the quilt is covered with my body that reveal the dark light is a quiet joy, this feeling is breeding in the heart, eager to spread occasionally, but I never allow themselves to no sense of responsibility of the end of this life, so I still Otherwise give up that hint of dark in search of bright happiness.
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