In the one, can remember a lot. The person passing by, the thing of passing by.
In the one, will miss, will think, can be sad or will cry.
It is actually everyone at the moment that I always feel or bottom of heart, always some tangible or invisible eyes will be paying close attention to yourself. All we have ever had no intention of passing by and reading the name thinking of being been remembered diligently in those. No matter you, at the noisy or quiet night. I always thought, it was as quiet alone like now to when being one's own, was a pure man, one have in great numbers dust trival matters person of catabolic pure meaning. Just those pure white subconscious as paper will be surged. For example miss. For example shed tears. Pile up as us a large amount of unconscious, we will in some a certain oneself clear thing soft touching usual moment very in the heart, this China says to the uncle this world is the grieved time we say the great thinker of the past was borned, so there are tears. Remember, have some remote sentence, " smile at, shed tears as me I know to remember that can be precious. " The taste that so there was death when we talked about and remembered and talked about to lose has floated from far away. The life becomes feeble and dies in getting eachly and losing by itself. Lose, therefore think of the happiness that is talked about on the mouth once in a while. The friend says and loses and just knows what is happy, is it? If feel when losing, that is really only a kind of filtration ... ,Take being sad away beautiful and enlarged filtration once. Such filtration sharp to lay one thorn as one always just, a deep one pitch into body, it is drenched with blood to toss about in bed each time by yours.
The happiness is actually experienced, says in the psychological textbook in this way by a kind of emotion. It is named " happy psychology " that Maslow once wrote a book. After growing up slowly, the existence always with happy suspicion for no reason. But someone will remind me at one's side at least she is very happy, and the one that did one's utmost let me believe this world should have happiness to exist. Happy, we will feel when we are minded and paid attention to, at we it is the late when see by family we will feel for the a bright when such as lights. People I hand in hand those will feel under street light. Need them to be very happy, see and smile on the square I will think them very happy, the young Papa and Mama that chanting and children played. The happiness is differentiated, they are not the same. Perhaps I should think so. Happy or fragile, sometimes really collapse at the first blow. For example the turning round suddenly of the lover, for example the healthy one collapsed with a loud crash. What is disease, watch some at one's side die by birth, existence and existence to believe you to believe soul too, that is all reasons why my life has and continues too, just as I believe every name by birth is meeting again with another name waiting for. Believe,so happy on ... Here in the twinkling of an eye. Even transient. There are dreams.
I perceive the dream that oneself had once had while remembering the happiness. One year and one year, this kind of dream would came back once in a while to look for me. But it is still the incomparable enticement, I, been lingering over me all the time like a remote dreamland. Want to have a small courtyard, plant a large stretch of large stretch of flower, four seasons are unbeaten. Spend,at the time of early summer will drifting fragrances silent, I am unoccupied in front of the front yard the unoccupied one looked, unoccupied and unoccupied, waited for the life that I should pass by and all one's life, accompany the person that I passed by whole life with that. We are all happy and passing by in dreaming of. The ones that went hard believed everyone has a name in the distant place or waits for you nearby. Remember about happy your name, I hold gently, the gentle one reads it, there is sound of the ding-dong in the darkness.
In the one, will miss, will think, can be sad or will cry.
It is actually everyone at the moment that I always feel or bottom of heart, always some tangible or invisible eyes will be paying close attention to yourself. All we have ever had no intention of passing by and reading the name thinking of being been remembered diligently in those. No matter you, at the noisy or quiet night. I always thought, it was as quiet alone like now to when being one's own, was a pure man, one have in great numbers dust trival matters person of catabolic pure meaning. Just those pure white subconscious as paper will be surged. For example miss. For example shed tears. Pile up as us a large amount of unconscious, we will in some a certain oneself clear thing soft touching usual moment very in the heart, this China says to the uncle this world is the grieved time we say the great thinker of the past was borned, so there are tears. Remember, have some remote sentence, " smile at, shed tears as me I know to remember that can be precious. " The taste that so there was death when we talked about and remembered and talked about to lose has floated from far away. The life becomes feeble and dies in getting eachly and losing by itself. Lose, therefore think of the happiness that is talked about on the mouth once in a while. The friend says and loses and just knows what is happy, is it? If feel when losing, that is really only a kind of filtration ... ,Take being sad away beautiful and enlarged filtration once. Such filtration sharp to lay one thorn as one always just, a deep one pitch into body, it is drenched with blood to toss about in bed each time by yours.
The happiness is actually experienced, says in the psychological textbook in this way by a kind of emotion. It is named " happy psychology " that Maslow once wrote a book. After growing up slowly, the existence always with happy suspicion for no reason. But someone will remind me at one's side at least she is very happy, and the one that did one's utmost let me believe this world should have happiness to exist. Happy, we will feel when we are minded and paid attention to, at we it is the late when see by family we will feel for the a bright when such as lights. People I hand in hand those will feel under street light. Need them to be very happy, see and smile on the square I will think them very happy, the young Papa and Mama that chanting and children played. The happiness is differentiated, they are not the same. Perhaps I should think so. Happy or fragile, sometimes really collapse at the first blow. For example the turning round suddenly of the lover, for example the healthy one collapsed with a loud crash. What is disease, watch some at one's side die by birth, existence and existence to believe you to believe soul too, that is all reasons why my life has and continues too, just as I believe every name by birth is meeting again with another name waiting for. Believe,so happy on ... Here in the twinkling of an eye. Even transient. There are dreams.
I perceive the dream that oneself had once had while remembering the happiness. One year and one year, this kind of dream would came back once in a while to look for me. But it is still the incomparable enticement, I, been lingering over me all the time like a remote dreamland. Want to have a small courtyard, plant a large stretch of large stretch of flower, four seasons are unbeaten. Spend,at the time of early summer will drifting fragrances silent, I am unoccupied in front of the front yard the unoccupied one looked, unoccupied and unoccupied, waited for the life that I should pass by and all one's life, accompany the person that I passed by whole life with that. We are all happy and passing by in dreaming of. The ones that went hard believed everyone has a name in the distant place or waits for you nearby. Remember about happy your name, I hold gently, the gentle one reads it, there is sound of the ding-dong in the darkness.
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