The sort of light mood, interweave in the details in the life,
Be like free to be in one of days acrid, that is the suffering of a kind of faint scent between forehead;
A kind of quiet and tastefully laid out suffering, a kind of suffering that remember to the end of one's life, often agonized to cannot feel, uncontrollable even.
Any complex that produce in the life are come from at the heart this true, if is impure without this kind of actual lasting appeal, so the affection of longing also did not have endless far to think of.
Writing mood, the longing that total meeting is entered to be stationed in by one cut cut disconnects, affectionately sincere feeling from paper filar silk is oozy.
Each word, began warmth, resemble the leaf of each my heart, with lyric attitude, breathed recital.
