The depth of the soul
Tiaodang in the eyes of a word. Thus, Nama soul sing the notes will be hit inadvertently played a deep reflection.
Cold wind, the rustling in wind and percussion from the sky full of cold rain, rain, to shake off the ground. Deceive the gray night, Su Zhao lonely cold return. The night is deep, according as I was shivering. Cold and flew into the sky house, I asked that once the words of the indulgence is the unconscious mind or the situation of the displaced severance it? When the time came a strange sound, cold heart of sorrow it has a kind of tempting the Desolation.
A voice of the spit, and seems a naive compared with the soul. But, ultimately, in the silence of the cold dome is a great left to their own ridiculous. Crazy froze in sleep or dream, think that dreams are still remnants of the breath of life, when awake, narrow desolate.
Do not know, why? Arthur liked to some cold words loaded into the body from the heart, it seems that the soul can let it go on the line Jieao sonorous and slow section of the management of the confrontation is a gorgeous luxury imaginary. Empty, the silence prevail above all, then inexplicably does not matter will always dress down but the soul into the noisy in the trivial and clean and shallow. Outcome is a bear holding the old and lonely surplus, whirling down cold heart will burst forth, through the vitality of the rapid absorption of the old cast.
Yes, the old, early in the coating in mind. Thousands of times in this indifference, without love, is still living the life of a small dastardly not change, and not detached. Only solace for the freedom of life can still share the freedom Cundu. And only in this way, think of how many of the storm to taste it.
In a paragraph of text, a certain state of mind, the loneliness will be like a wet clump of moss. Thriving grew that does not require time records, not the sun, but only slightly damp and cold drip that will nourish life. Enclosed and lonely life, also seems that the green moss, luxuriantly green. Skim all the external conditions, but that comes out from the foundation office, wet Qin Run the heart, and Joseph will be the confusion that piece of dry land farmed even more abundance and weak, pale confrontation with them. Staring in the dark Light Aqua, is the old life, quietly, quietly heart and soul of the vicissitudes of life.
Perhaps this wandering soul of a life they are born so, not to explore the edge, but closer to the edge of his best Shexiang the area of weeds in those areas, dark and damp volumes never tired paternity pensions, nourish The only quiet place Shuiguang lurking. Perhaps I saw a lot of that kind of life, may be born with partial to the appeal as a place of life. From time to time, the soul will be sounded in the soaring voice that Zizi, sucking beautiful rain, long life in the barren nature.
The more close to true, the more powerless left leaning. Is therefore time to time to free the soul out, floating in time and space, read a passage and read the situation has nothing to do in romance, fantasy life, a life and death independent of rain. The high emotions and cramped into just choking, depression and apathy will get squeezed sour tired. To pieces in the ethereal poetry of life has only increased in height, and rain clutter is drooping of the awkward interpretation of contests and field texture of life. However, many would like to rounding share of pain, more like Tiqu share of ethereal, just trying to do to find a comfortable Tian Yi, atop the heart and soul so that frequency of the weak.
I do not know the true and sincere for life also supports long. Perhaps in speaking soft words of comfort himself, free to live a quiet and comfortable. But the soul is always inconsistent with reality, only the surface of quiet harmony. Turn a blind eye instinct what does not exist in the blood, heart sinking, restlessness curb the desire is always peace, superficial Pentium, and peace out of the reverie with the temptation will always be with agitation. How? The drops of rain in the wind can really listen to the life of the chirp and sing Yin. Perhaps, then, is really the soul and body would no longer be harmonious unity.
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