The wound a little itch, still in pain

After gathering dust for a long time in memory, but also by your gently brushed the dust of the above, the memory in the release. Reveal the moment, do not want to go say something to cover up the scars of the heart has been carved, do not want to just quietly thinking of you, calling you names, out of the abyss

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A special farewell, a parting kiss, and accompanied by your children as crystal tears, I have hidden it

You go, left no address, leaving only a bunch of smiles in the sunset

You go, Who did not play, leaving only a pair of eyes in the dew

You go, did not say where to go, leaving only a shadow in the moonlight

You go, smile melted in the sunset, the turbulence in the dew in his eyes, swaying in the moonlight shadow

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You said with my hand wander over Wanshou Cape. You go to blame I do not kept a promise. Had an opportunity before me, I do not treasure them, if God will give me a weight to the chance, I will take your hand and say to you: "Do not go", to add one in the limit, I hope to go with my life. You told me a story at the beginning and ending, which is enough. Overture has the whole sad.

Some people say that everyone is a straight line, but not easily between the meet, there will be intersection, they are predestined. But I went to that intersection of two lines is sad, because they are just a point of intersection of the origins and the past can not go back later, never, will only further and further away.

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Stare at the distance, I do not want the Galaxy, with you for life, is enough ...

Relentless sweep autumn leaves, spring intends to transfer my heart

In The red when you pass me, when flowers and leaves of the festival, you know I remember you