How many times, those inside want to read time folding, how many times, those who cannot be redeemed in the wheel of time is lost, I often in meditation in the fictional beautiful, want to give the wandering soul looking for a warm home, the touch of the deepest sorrow all forget, I often draw the outline of happiness in meditation, looking for a safe know, dream in the red troubles, dream never rest, in the dream and wake up the edge, I seem to see a flying angel, I follow the traces of shallow and follow the road, forget a sunny day, write down a about the snow fairy.
In the life of the subtle extraction of moving, let the water without a trace when a heart ripples rippling in the slightest, tranquil solitude, let neon noisy world stranded on a person's heaven, fireworks in the night sky bright enchanting, lonely interpretation of a beautiful show, not know is happy or moved, or a desire to be forgiven of silence, that moment, tears condensate orbital, that be at a loss what to do alone dripping wet delicate touched my shoulder.Audio Cables Clean Warm Sound
Don't know is drunk or addiction, is always difficult to get out of a space, a no need to hide, no color space, heart daydream always seems to bring some soul derailed, night deep but can also bring a crush of alone, when a lonely is a preview peeling without involuntary discharge of urine when no, I for my frail looking for any rely on, when a kind of insight is chewing taste lost, I didn't find any excuse for their numbness, when a feeling flush again and again, I have no sympathy for their escape from the slightest, barren in a desolate, is filled with another being noticed and.
When those who had cheered as the mood gradually, the partly hidden and partly visible transformation seems to give me a life unbearable weight, about to speak, but saying nothing silence flying is a pure happiness, every sleepless night, I tried to open the heart, and soul to a real dialogue, but found a lot of things is such a touch is pain, it did not even remember miss me, the struggle is quiet silence, after the indulgence is a sense of sadness, I forgive all sins, just forget myself exhibition Hong Kong.
Ending song and a song, let me indulge dream in the ordinary time, bustling desolation also gave me some years accumulation of calm, fleeting, together with mottled memory, in the world of mortals, time loving tired picturesque, all moved in time to copy a picture fresh beauty, its rich fragrance, life maybe is God's gift, along the way, laughing, crying, tired, also very helpless, but there are some faith grows in the lonely asylum, there are always some the pursuit of sublimation in the lonely concern, so, I like a kind of feeling, no noise, there is no exaggerated, in the lonely wandering their innocence.
In those tired tired time, trance, some want to stop their own pace, to wait for a flower was, in those days think constantly of, but time has passed very far I throw away, I don't want to go, just want to interpret their own stories in their own track, if not wonderful, but it is so real, stood on the years end grazing mind, by looking back, think, hold a warm, romantic passionate interpretation, think, twist a once, and time is the wind.Handmade Sequin Embroidery Highlights