09 October, 2008 09:56
Eternal beauty
Lights for mid-night go out slowly, in one quarter brilliance more and more stars all over the sky. The brilliance meeting the eye on every side at will, I look for that star who belongs to us in diligent searching. Often hear, there are a pair of lovers on the ground, there will be one more star in the sky! On the boundless and indistinct horizon, is that star of ours magnificent in that?
If can because more couple in lover of ground really, in the sky star will add one, then, that star destined I to love must be in that one that hid. It can suffused with out those resplendent brilliance in a moment in whom two people meet only, now, I diligent searching, you, among sky of distant place, watch to me in a quiet one, the whisper simple to me: "Look for I at one time, feel sad, no matter how about it will be time time brings great changes to the world, allow me will become one meteor that written in water, I eternal company you, for you love, make one witness, in so happy moment most, I will among remote sky, burst forth the brilliant rays which belong to your love for you! "
Why is not our mutual innermost thoughts and feelings this speaks in a low voice, separate far away between us, at most to miss each other deeply. The most words said, it is I that have missed you! Want thing that do most, give a warm embrace each other. At lonely night, it is sentimental night. Sentimental will destroy this rural one quietly, come on, even if we separate far away, let us listen attentively to the rural wind together each other, listen, this gentle wind, saying anything.
Close eyes, has experienced the language of the wind, thin sound, is conciliating the loneliness of my heart, that detailed language mutter is words talked in the sleep when you sleep soundly at my side! Do we whisper under that willow together? Is it a sound of the wind to burn? Yes, no, not. It is the your pouring out, you are saying: "Don't let us turn into a meteor, my unwilling radiating brilliant light in a moment, want, let in a moment becoming an eternal beauty, even, there is not that resplendent brilliance forever, it is dull all one's life, do not want to let the beauty in a moment become eternity either! "
Because once miss,it becomes now to be that we remedy forever pieces of pain, present meeting, we can only so let looking at and does not think of each othering far to sink for the common customs each other! Love a person, do not have, will not accompany every day. I can not make one's own feeling to you clear either, that is care in the bottom of heart, a kind of miss that is had a pain indistinctly by people, wander up and down between love and desire. Having you only, I can find oneself. Happy, want to share with you. Pain, want, leave I blowing gentle on you, ache child giving me warm comfort most general. But, to you, should I place you on that seat? Friend, no, you are not that it is so simple for a friend in my heart, to you, I am the miss like this. Lover, no, miss already, I can let you because of me, hurt and wronged oneself. Lover, that is transient, the meteor that I will never want us to row like the horizon is general, written in water. How many people sink for the stranger finally because of lover's name. Can not meet and smile and vanish the happiness of kindness hatred. Hate to part with you to leave, so. Can only return one the sea and sky are boundless, let us give up dream of effete and sentimental writings in general that each other, return to the uncut jade and return really, do to the friend all one's life, then like letting us put each other in the depths of heart deeply, meet smile, each other in that, experience, like and miss deeply each other!
As to us, I think, only girl bosom friend, blue face bosom friend can let us become forever, because all of us can not give up everything present. There is only such a choice, may make us a little happier each other, there is a little less pain.
I am sorry, I am selfish! I am sorry, I have said, I do not give up. Yes, I do not really give up, inside not given up here, I give up a thing, desire! Without desire, our bosom friend all one's life, may be the eternity. A love of smiling at that that meet of ours, will be forever.
When I work out such a choice, I am happy, because behind what I know and choose like this, it is our eternal commitment. If you like, no, even if you do not accept, you are the eternal beauty in my life!
Lights for mid-night go out slowly, in one quarter brilliance more and more stars all over the sky. The brilliance meeting the eye on every side at will, I look for that star who belongs to us in diligent searching. Often hear, there are a pair of lovers on the ground, there will be one more star in the sky! On the boundless and indistinct horizon, is that star of ours magnificent in that?
If can because more couple in lover of ground really, in the sky star will add one, then, that star destined I to love must be in that one that hid. It can suffused with out those resplendent brilliance in a moment in whom two people meet only, now, I diligent searching, you, among sky of distant place, watch to me in a quiet one, the whisper simple to me: "Look for I at one time, feel sad, no matter how about it will be time time brings great changes to the world, allow me will become one meteor that written in water, I eternal company you, for you love, make one witness, in so happy moment most, I will among remote sky, burst forth the brilliant rays which belong to your love for you! "
Why is not our mutual innermost thoughts and feelings this speaks in a low voice, separate far away between us, at most to miss each other deeply. The most words said, it is I that have missed you! Want thing that do most, give a warm embrace each other. At lonely night, it is sentimental night. Sentimental will destroy this rural one quietly, come on, even if we separate far away, let us listen attentively to the rural wind together each other, listen, this gentle wind, saying anything.
Close eyes, has experienced the language of the wind, thin sound, is conciliating the loneliness of my heart, that detailed language mutter is words talked in the sleep when you sleep soundly at my side! Do we whisper under that willow together? Is it a sound of the wind to burn? Yes, no, not. It is the your pouring out, you are saying: "Don't let us turn into a meteor, my unwilling radiating brilliant light in a moment, want, let in a moment becoming an eternal beauty, even, there is not that resplendent brilliance forever, it is dull all one's life, do not want to let the beauty in a moment become eternity either! "
Because once miss,it becomes now to be that we remedy forever pieces of pain, present meeting, we can only so let looking at and does not think of each othering far to sink for the common customs each other! Love a person, do not have, will not accompany every day. I can not make one's own feeling to you clear either, that is care in the bottom of heart, a kind of miss that is had a pain indistinctly by people, wander up and down between love and desire. Having you only, I can find oneself. Happy, want to share with you. Pain, want, leave I blowing gentle on you, ache child giving me warm comfort most general. But, to you, should I place you on that seat? Friend, no, you are not that it is so simple for a friend in my heart, to you, I am the miss like this. Lover, no, miss already, I can let you because of me, hurt and wronged oneself. Lover, that is transient, the meteor that I will never want us to row like the horizon is general, written in water. How many people sink for the stranger finally because of lover's name. Can not meet and smile and vanish the happiness of kindness hatred. Hate to part with you to leave, so. Can only return one the sea and sky are boundless, let us give up dream of effete and sentimental writings in general that each other, return to the uncut jade and return really, do to the friend all one's life, then like letting us put each other in the depths of heart deeply, meet smile, each other in that, experience, like and miss deeply each other!
As to us, I think, only girl bosom friend, blue face bosom friend can let us become forever, because all of us can not give up everything present. There is only such a choice, may make us a little happier each other, there is a little less pain.
I am sorry, I am selfish! I am sorry, I have said, I do not give up. Yes, I do not really give up, inside not given up here, I give up a thing, desire! Without desire, our bosom friend all one's life, may be the eternity. A love of smiling at that that meet of ours, will be forever.
When I work out such a choice, I am happy, because behind what I know and choose like this, it is our eternal commitment. If you like, no, even if you do not accept, you are the eternal beauty in my life!
09 October, 2008 09:55
Miss is a very profound thing
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Miss is a very profound thing
Fragrant incomplete jade bamboo utensil autumn of red lotus root. Light to solve skirt Luo, blue boat alone. Who sends the silk book in the cloud? When wild goose's word goes back, the full west wing of moon. The wandering water of since the flower flows automatically, a kind of lovesickness, worry idly in two places. Feeling this can count elimination, down the brow, in mind. --Li Qingzhao
Miss is to plant very profound thing, spend the helplessness that flows automatically from the wandering water, put the brow, but the one that had in mind was pestered. Think you are aspired moment, has missed you, has had long been looking forward with eager expectancy every minute.
Is there more wonderful than to miss mood? Let people happiness, make people to be worried to one's heart's content too; Let people blame, the loneliness of letting people worry about too; Keep people wait, the expectation of letting people afraid again
This is missed, perhaps only the wind knows, because it will have stroked by your body, tease your canthus naughtily;
This is missed, it is known that perhaps only the cloud flows, because it will have floated in your sky, look around you carefree and leisurely;
This is missed, perhaps only the drizzle is known, because it will drip on your body, drench your hair temperately and moistly
It is you, you should know too. Because it is my sincerity, I like deeply, love simply
Can tell you whether how think you I, when I walk, can think of you while being accidental just; Just in my dream, will dream you once in a while; Just collecting to you tightly in the deepest place of my heart
This is missed, such as drinking a cup of fragrant tea, have dense ultimate attainment strongly, have light sophisticated appeals lightly. Deep meditation Italy that have one's heart filled with then, bluish white wind bearing in mind constantly when being clear, choose fall snuff, touching.
Think one, it misses to be most beautiful simple, pass, can injure oneself. Not so flaming, not so strong either, just just just good, the newly good sincerity was that the flower in springtime was held, hide shy area spoil, spit stamen to be in bud.
Miss a person, it is the flower had one's heart filled with that is in bloom, rosy, particularly enchanting. It is a iron-clad horses glacier, surging ahead in the heart of hearts. But people are so quiet as to have angry goblins, sit up straight there, the wooden wood stares flankly. What others may say, what is done, I don't know. This is to think. Have really thought.
Miss one, will put him tight place most into heart, to embrace half pipa hide Taxi desire say, have even still, will not carry you easily, can make a noise with others, can smile, and but he is particularly serious and serious. In fact smiling, the heart hides and does not give up.
Miss a person, it has been accelerated breathing intensely at will that it is not a game and a dream, restrained, it is the collapsing with a loud crash of ten thousand li of glaciers, is the storm accompanied by peals of thunder in the head depths, it is the indulgence of the soul, superficial calmness
Miss one, full of more, appreciate why lie in much, origin, wealth, appearance and it waits a moment for to be no questions each other. Perhaps because like a person, it is good everywhere.
The sound likes listening to, the sample likes looking, every sentence said is maxim epigrams, that cheerful and clear words, but I can recognize the sigh inside, this loves, have already deepened heart.
Seem, have magnetic, fix magnetic field, what it is suddenly getting quiet. This is to think, read, can not put down.
Time walk in not missing, miss of time precipitating.
How much characters of lovesickness it is uncountable to write down, cut clearly if feeling like Xu Ru knit worry either, but the sky of party that still waits for and has you, has me.
Miss, it is in fact a very profound thing. Unless it is flower flow automatically by helplessness since waters wandering, for brow lower,but at pestering in mind.
Fragrant incomplete jade bamboo utensil autumn of red lotus root. Light to solve skirt Luo, blue boat alone. Who sends the silk book in the cloud? When wild goose's word goes back, the full west wing of moon. The wandering water of since the flower flows automatically, a kind of lovesickness, worry idly in two places. Feeling this can count elimination, down the brow, in mind. --Li Qingzhao
Miss is to plant very profound thing, spend the helplessness that flows automatically from the wandering water, put the brow, but the one that had in mind was pestered. Think you are aspired moment, has missed you, has had long been looking forward with eager expectancy every minute.
Is there more wonderful than to miss mood? Let people happiness, make people to be worried to one's heart's content too; Let people blame, the loneliness of letting people worry about too; Keep people wait, the expectation of letting people afraid again
This is missed, perhaps only the wind knows, because it will have stroked by your body, tease your canthus naughtily;
This is missed, it is known that perhaps only the cloud flows, because it will have floated in your sky, look around you carefree and leisurely;
This is missed, perhaps only the drizzle is known, because it will drip on your body, drench your hair temperately and moistly
It is you, you should know too. Because it is my sincerity, I like deeply, love simply
Can tell you whether how think you I, when I walk, can think of you while being accidental just; Just in my dream, will dream you once in a while; Just collecting to you tightly in the deepest place of my heart
This is missed, such as drinking a cup of fragrant tea, have dense ultimate attainment strongly, have light sophisticated appeals lightly. Deep meditation Italy that have one's heart filled with then, bluish white wind bearing in mind constantly when being clear, choose fall snuff, touching.
Think one, it misses to be most beautiful simple, pass, can injure oneself. Not so flaming, not so strong either, just just just good, the newly good sincerity was that the flower in springtime was held, hide shy area spoil, spit stamen to be in bud.
Miss a person, it is the flower had one's heart filled with that is in bloom, rosy, particularly enchanting. It is a iron-clad horses glacier, surging ahead in the heart of hearts. But people are so quiet as to have angry goblins, sit up straight there, the wooden wood stares flankly. What others may say, what is done, I don't know. This is to think. Have really thought.
Miss one, will put him tight place most into heart, to embrace half pipa hide Taxi desire say, have even still, will not carry you easily, can make a noise with others, can smile, and but he is particularly serious and serious. In fact smiling, the heart hides and does not give up.
Miss a person, it has been accelerated breathing intensely at will that it is not a game and a dream, restrained, it is the collapsing with a loud crash of ten thousand li of glaciers, is the storm accompanied by peals of thunder in the head depths, it is the indulgence of the soul, superficial calmness
Miss one, full of more, appreciate why lie in much, origin, wealth, appearance and it waits a moment for to be no questions each other. Perhaps because like a person, it is good everywhere.
The sound likes listening to, the sample likes looking, every sentence said is maxim epigrams, that cheerful and clear words, but I can recognize the sigh inside, this loves, have already deepened heart.
Seem, have magnetic, fix magnetic field, what it is suddenly getting quiet. This is to think, read, can not put down.
Time walk in not missing, miss of time precipitating.
How much characters of lovesickness it is uncountable to write down, cut clearly if feeling like Xu Ru knit worry either, but the sky of party that still waits for and has you, has me.
Miss, it is in fact a very profound thing. Unless it is flower flow automatically by helplessness since waters wandering, for brow lower,but at pestering in mind.
