The wind swept shoulders

Drizzle, the wind slowly passing slightly trembling shoulders.Silence pouring out, then quickly filled the sky all the gaps.Occasionally, came several more suppressed sob, whispering parting grief. Sad and dreary. Lost time is never day and night.One day, no-one can not escape the fate of ashes, empty.

Gradually waking up from the silence of the eyes, could not help but linger in the gravestone. Read a simple text on a tombstone, come into their world.
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No trace of wings the sky, while the birds have been brushed.Have sketched out a few words a Fengqing thin clouds the mind.Meijuan ever Homecoming flower, and then arrived in the United States, but also the time the oath of erosion. Miss, no matter how memorable years, can no longer Review. Jun thin cold heart, like a hovering like the autumn leaves fall.

I smile, enter paradise. Obviously, death is a relief for her. To lose and a clear edge in the struggle for too long, as happy to let go.When the body is turned into a puff of smoke, the soul will feel a little happiness.

Still while the wind blows the tree, the child does not want to filial piety and parents. How much love can be repeated, how many people worth the wait. When everything becomes gloomy, in the end, even the River of Sorrow meaningless?

I hope in heaven there is no car to drive. The prime of life is the life of a car accident ruthlessly cut. Dead Before the tragedy of their dreams even with what people say? Only one stroke in vain to hang some carved the face of the next prime, but can not replicate the best moment.

Love trace. There is a love Words can not express, can not use sound to describe, can not feel to touch. Such as spring rain moisten things silently, has been able to nourish the inner corner of the most dry. No trace of love, without taking, is the most warm touch of winter sun ... ... herve leger strapless whaleman foundation bandage dress

The wind swept shoulders, after reading the inscription of the heart actually has some inexplicable choking. Who says the dead will eventually become the most beautiful memories; who left in the idea of ​​what the moment sigh. Bits and pieces of the past, like cherry-like splash in silence. Queue Full Moon also rose sunset, looking a distant dream; also eagerly passage of time, painted a bright wish. Towards the sea, eager to spring for that day.

Who can not change his mind? When the wind swept from the shoulders, no one knows the direction it is going, is not carrying the same melancholy and yearning for ... ...