Every day

The day is like trickles through every little bit diarrhoea, in all you gently in the helpless sighing by. Could costumes, still too late, a preview of the original stage in life, you were born into of the curtain was opened, luxuriant and was performed. Everyone is the main character in the story, everyone is also critical audience. Every day in difficulty, or wonderful performance or helpless, or clumsy or adept. For others, and devotion to deduce.

Some people have a lot of talent, in life such as scene, the prosperity adversity, expansive optimistic, natural and unrestrained freely.

Some people the day after tomorrow, such as insufficient in play in the life, or sad or tears, sad, confused and lonely toward the song.

I was so people.

Always in the smell of looking for a genuine feeling, seek a kind of touched, but always and happiness in a watch. Devout heart in earnest desire, gradually cooling, cold and wet. As the lowering of the weather, a little warmth can't touch. All are very cool penetration, lonely diffuse. Never mind that arrived in others to in a hot, soft.

I like the eyes of a amorous halcyon, gentle slip your, want to infiltration, stick to you in the eyes of a lock of attentive, let the heart and understands love; the feeling and the cozy feeling, common to draw a concentric circles, the happiness and joy wrapped tightly, make love with spill in between.

The mist, like clouds in like and like a windy day in a golden, the sun, quiet quiet waste warm. Pour in the moonlight 10000 silk, under the tender feelings together to listen to the voice of the flower blossoms thanks. See the sunset coming up with the day and night watchman during the day, the feeling of the black night don't understand.

Walk the world of mortals, always cherished fragrant floating sincere feeling, all the little things of the past. See ah, this life to this life, the margin EnEnYuanYuan, is ultimately a sense of ambiguity, writing of the infinite romantic, funny, plays the life.

Exclamation time's relentless, delighted with not of wasted time, there are still lingering light melancholy. Cut constantly, the reason also disorderly, in the recollection regret, regret his death.

The enthusiasm of the fire is still looking in, the ways of the world YanLiang crawl, and all the changes in temperature. JueJiang in isolation for a brilliant, every day......