Music Mood - miss
miss the best feelings of human expression, miss all the good men are a beacon of mind - perhaps the title character in mind
reason, my skin always some unforgettable memories, and I often trapped in the emotional entanglements among the flowers and often happy, but sad for the flowers, remember loved ones I love, I cherish the memory of friendship, love and hate I remember clearly, I missed a lot of memory storage. .....< br> Last night, met a long absence, the Internet users, in my repeated questioning, perhaps the role of alcohol, he told me that he is the first friend in my network, that he had to I'm obsessed, I hated that he had, he had me crying, he was a bit like my brother, but also a bit like the role of lover, I like to call his brother, no matter what things are like on the He complained, we can not tell what is the relationship, has been stuck in the emotional entanglements, the interpretation of the parallels in the nature of the tragicomedy, the time is almost up to one year after the other years, although the time will remember him, but in the end as the previous ones, The most profound is the impression at the end of two past once again be remembered, is still a pain in the hearts, , falling silent, floating down one place, not only the tears slide down, even those who live scattered in the memory of hh
time like water, always rush too hastily, the memory you are an out- workaholic, memory foam you love to eat instant noodles, you get my piece of the memory for computer background, memory and I am like you say you love his girlfriend, the memory you like to listen to my voice, memories of you always like to tease me then began to coax me, we have been bickering over the memory, the memory like the wind blowing gently, when trying to carefully weave when the mood will start with the lush green leaves up hh
the time, I am plain silly very true, pure only when he is my only, stupidly never doubt his authenticity, never deliberately do anything to him hide, though mind when in doubt, but still believe he said every word, until one day, his true anatomy of themselves before they know that everything is illusion, all feel like being in a dream, a little less sure of their feelings, perhaps too simple themselves, the dream so easily be rubbed on broken, I am sad tears flowing, from step by step away from you hh
you tonight, when we sit again Geping, time really fast, unconsciously and over the years, you say that I'm more mature, maybe you know me, maybe you do not understand, I understand may be external, do not understand is my heart, maybe you have been for the then I am guilty, I believe I can understand your feelings, you never forgot me, no matter whether your memory and I, once again sit with you Geping, still have the slightest hearts coursing the memory of your little a little impetuous, some more calm.
past is the past, everything seemed so far away and so clear, perhaps the feelings of our network, too seriously, perhaps we in the virtual world, too persistent, so we will a pain, thank you for my blessing, thank you for the care I have been, I thank you for the love, is you let me start with the original text, is that you have given me a lot of care, such as brother-like, maybe in the future You no longer have my memories, memory, let me out of a door, memory, let me re-enter another door, and I miss your old laugh, miss you have a good, miss you used to hug, do not know feel it becomes misty eyes hh
(written in September 19, 2006)
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