Mind the rain

Sit in the rain under the roof of the evening, the rain beneath the bitter breakdown of that sky, listening to the wind in the ethereal sound of rain curtain, any heart sounds fly Kokonoe Xiao, while wandering in the path of smoke blurred, while faltering in the flowers are blooming country, the minute stroll in the small stream plants poignant ... ... rain always passionate moments, will have a lot of thoughts, a lot of dreams.
Each rain all launch the Iraq Memory door, wake up those old stories, that traces of it lonely light brow side, beating Xin Chuang, Trigger hearts, as if to whisper of the distant past. Sitting alone by the window, listening the rain, watching the rain in the wind beneath the bitter, always in the wind lifted my thoughts too much. Listening the rain, a quiet and exclusive. That call came the faint sound of distant, that parting conditions, meaning that rain, then in a moment filled with Acacia, and the lingering rain, leaving the dash of melancholy, anxious dash, dash lonely.
Intermittent rain did not live in the wind, the wind beneath the bitter patches of purple flowers, strings of blossoms in the wind, just do not know whether it follow my heartfelt thoughts.
Staggered life, always hurriedly met another parting, somewhere some love can only be doomed to a lifetime of looking, forever to follow. That kind of love exists only in the hearts of care, deep in the soul. Implied that the feelings of love for life is to read carefully, to feel, this love can only go to spend the spiritual life, no regrets.
How can life Chouhen free? Ecstasy alone limit what I love?
Huazipiaoling trickle of water, a kind of Acacia, two Spare Melancholy. Pick up a good collection time, brewing in my heart, palpitations of the wings, just as you fly. All thoughts on the night quietly open, jumped past those beautiful light in the paper, still exudes the fragrance of Qin Ren. I wonder if the moon is also clear my mind? Concerned about your thoughts and be in the dark, wind snapped the line, I expect the line are still in the period to suture fate.
Far away you are, under the stars at night, can listen to the tears of breath, like sweet and sour, like desolately hard, like do nothing ... ...
Ah, sigh of the wind wrapped in dark, brings tears whisper.
Wind in the dream, never stop; fog of love, never stay; water flower, did not reside. Only you, whether it is wind and rain to beat, or the passage of time, you are still gentle tarried still in my life.
Wind ye, the rain fly, take homeless.
No sleep tonight, night listening to the rain, rain lingering v. Heartsongs. If the wind to know the taste of parting, let the wind to tell us; understand the thoughts of mind if the rain let it rain to recollections; know if the flower's sweet celebrations, let Highlights float to your side. Perhaps we want to forever forget something, such as wounds, we want to always remember something, such as heart, Anne once said: "Some things can be forgotten, some things can be commemorated, some things can be willingly , some things have been powerless.
Heavy heavy yoke of their blockade of the original,
Originally flying a little to become depressed mood,
But sometimes that is their own burden.
When the sky is still blue,
Rare Jisi cloud to the endless horizon with some of the embellishment Xu,
I do not know when the sun's glare is no longer so,
Across the sky and nature of the moment, always keep your spirits to flight,
To look to become dead drunk,
Because, well want their tired mind intertwined with the endless sky,
Perhaps that life will always be some comfort to their own.
While in the endless sky, in the sketch with his time,
Cities under the sun but too few quiet,
All the smoke in the silent busy dying off themselves
Greedy contention with every second of time,
Gradually until the busy themselves die
Therefore, there are always many people will choose to avoid over and over again,
Perhaps to avoid other people, even perhaps to avoid busy themselves
When one day a quiet person
In a noisy and noise away from the top of the hill,
A quiet look at the foot of all those distant cities,
And then close my eyes,
Good recall ever in that city,
Who own,
He lived
There are those who have everything
There will always be a moment to enjoy the relief of relaxed
At that moment,
Finally released their own feelings,
Carnival mood to let free.
Rain is still falling, has the next