Look up to the sky, and with a lower as the blood dyed red like the whole sky, seeing the destruction of the color in the world, I began to laugh at themselves and laugh at this world YanLiang, the ways of the world suddenly want to lie in the grave, disdain forever isolated.
Like autumn leaves the ground fall, lying on the street, and lonely remembered with a song played only beautiful elegy. Who is the soul of a lonely song? Sad counter-current a river, pass after a happy-go-lucky life cycle, already separate a life time of melody sad. So
Woods, sink the blood in the bottom of my heart, bright red blood, penetrate my memory, get out memories, but always learn can't forget. About the yellow autumn, whether in your eyes, it seems to have no value to recall?
The much transformed in the body due pain, tearing, gently a breathing, heart as if it hurts to rent, watching soul segmentation, but unexpectedly numb body to without any consciousness.
Lie in the world, the director is full of tragedy, when, I also become so decadent? Clearly heartache as knife, but why are tore heart crack lung smile? No one street, in a supporting role, can not find back to the first monologue that happiness of oneself, how should I used the lonely without you?
Memories touching the wound, again and again I tried to smile, but sad cry, you can give the things that is called the happiness, suddenly was so far, as far as he can't touch, years of happiness if the time fireworks, and leave, but fall is the flourishing of the ground after sorrow.
Lonely shadow were lengthening so that long, and hold a broken memory, sing a person, the autumn which one-man alone, I sing, beautiful heart volume the wound. If the wait was destined to be my fate, the incomplete happiness, and who parting?
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