Quiet thought, a touch of forgetting - Qzone log

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a sunset, a hurt feelings.
have become accustomed to waiting for the sunset in the sunset and then quietly

heart to think you could not help the pain of the moment so
huddled in the corner
heart is wandering in the night you left eye seems to be something

was icy cold winds to
there is a burst of flavor

miss the rain like a vague persistent

the sky like rain speckled with heart
your shadow when it has become increasingly clear
do not remember your face smiling

only remember what they have carefully The fear of accidentally seen you forget ...........

to the last
forget you or forget I am far away ..



had circulated a story for the boys planted a girl acacia
your breath wishing each other Meet trees

boy forgotten in the mind to live Acacia
tarried left standing alone tree and quietly wait for the girls
guarding a man committed to faith after many years the tree is still

girls still in the Acacia tree in the right there
just waiting in the withered heart was gone
news ..............



people scattered clouds scattered

but you never know when that cloud scattered rain into
with a drop of
the tears I miss you maybe you can not feel

day, when you looked up
; head no longer exists or cloud when

I also lost ...........


suddenly miss the eaves of a place where we can shelter in the rain scattered
wild upset I hurried footsteps
Suddenly the whole idea

ask yourself why the rain always lonely when
ruthless you next stop
chuckle, pointing my nose to my naive
you be more rain than the sun is up ~
rain
be more than the sun really do
happiness more than you really sad than happy


left alone on the steps I
; there is a strange name

I
or me sad plot filled with feelings of helplessness that flash
section is now a rusting ladder

I just lost my soul


have forgotten the number of wandering in the evening
me see your own balcony

through my window and then gently knock on the door ...... ..
the day you go
I forgot how many days you
silently watching from afar through the path
and then wait for the familiar sound of footsteps and knocking a person
quietly good
fantasy you and your bad ...........



tarried in the darkest night is a happy dawn

thoughts in lonely hearts
a loved one is suffering
forget the horrors of pre-dawn darkness
have forgotten in the bitter thoughts holding

a handful of dust filled the windows themselves will all be closed




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