Autumn remembrance of feeling, perception of life marathon.

How to love you, how to get to know you, I like the one one forgotten, but love a ... ... The night is very deep, heavy, a good quiet . Quiet Yang Song awakened the sleeping memory. Repeatedly listen to a song, until you feel the light like white boiling water, no smell.

But, as long as the melody in the ear floating, still very comfortable, there is not one word more, experience with a past life, you never know what song buried, one day you find it for you to remember all the details, including the climate, through friends, breath, or happy or depressed mood, and light the street or house.

Finally, he is only for the music of sadness and. Refused to talk, itself contains a disappointed. Chatter without stop to say, listen to people yawning, those petty and stale gossip and frequent drying, also do not become delicious food, not shake throw away.

Sometimes forget to grow must make efforts, a eighty year old man still growing, because he has a habit of forgetting. Men often depression than blue, I think these songs if can emit color words, must be dark red - the cuckoo lament colors. But the crimson, proved the heart is still hot; only the residual heat, can feel pain; but the pain, singing in a deep or pull the shadow; but the dark crimson was more impressive.

Have a listen to, after much chatter without stop; another kind of listening, expect more talk, but said nothing. Besides, memory is not an unlimited rely on friends, " time warp to the thought ", another time and space are not the same, it is: easy to bend, translucent texture ".

The talk is more insecure guy, you think that's more to understand, in fact, more listen to more fuzzy. Mistime one's remarks " boring ", especially as sitting in the corner of the wine, honor all forget.

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