Intermittent , and that flying time

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always less concerned about time, like it never care about anyone's feelings, as hurried left pouting of us, this way, disappeared. -
seasonal cycle of the gear, Kaca with the history of sound. What a strange guy. This fall, for so unconsciously, but also the back of the left slant. Some time ago it, filled with the warm smile of summer, sports shirt, wrinkled pants, do not understand how so large that the sun, morning and evening coat from Phi, scattered fall on the seat, we breathe, is carrying Summer means the breath of autumn. Really do not understand, nest in the warm blanket, there was a surge of summer running, anxious state. Not the leaves fly, without the yellow season, yes, only we take the liberty to call down the fall,
also the last few days, a cold hit. Sudden, no preparation, I curled up under the thin coat, trying to catch something, the last only two lost, long I stood. In fact, you have gone away, but I hope you are not far from silent smile ... I remember once how I used the phone will not be bored playing with the space, Tencent heading out there as the , clear and indisputable, as if the sky snow falling slowly, but unfortunately the fall, but look at his mouth open, speechless and motionless, what stuck in my throat felt like. The original, so fast, bright days, really blocking the flow of time, but it seems it never stopped. It looked blankly in front of the calendar, do not know where his hands were quietly turned over a few pages, after all, no indulgence of the world immersion, which is no time for the chains, after all [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], be patient leaves, also in the back the moment, parting in tears, mumbling, falling, after all, we stop to sigh, and gradually with time out, keep up to nothing, if the original meaning, and it always disappeared in the side horizon, we, sitting so helpless, seeing everything around all the fuzzy, and only a clear outline of their own, transparent cry.
Sometimes, sitting on the desk, as long as a time to be quietly waiting, waiting all this happen and not supposed to happen, a pieces, and leave traces in our sky. Sometimes, I have homework, the youth squandered all topics in the full paper, numb feel; Sometimes, I will be online, point with all those virtual, touch all those who do not belong to his own fantasy, perfusion time, until the screen become completely dark, the really, tired, unable to speak, only looked at the empty room, close your eyes; sometimes I like a person out, regardless of where, as long as I can touch the world, look to the sky in the heart shaking, can all see the color, are silent in the heart Yong Chung, and I was so consistent with this social harmony walk, each and every person, is another and another person, perhaps, grow up, our greatest friend and it alone; Sometimes I like to see something, long, long time to see, what can I put them in keeping everything [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], keep make every effort to go and get them into their hearts decorate a landscape, the real beauty of things that are invisible to the eye. Is not it, trembling in the lamp light, I bit his pen to restore the initial quiet, I finally, like the music on the Hailun Kai article, then, I not only in rehearsal, and just staring, like her patch of paddy fields in my heart a long time to fly, to see her happy smile, I hope, she could see me, satisfied smile. Ultimately, we are composed of a small particle of this world, very, very small, small enough to not find what you want. We are in an increasingly silent world, bow forward, we understand about a lot and we can fail to adhere to and we can promise must be achieved, we understand the difficulties will not be long, as long as the effort ... However, expansion small world, surrounded by my seat before standing in the dark, powerless, no one can really control it happened, but we are struggling in a while, after the hanging limp, piercing scream, only to let others feel small, vulnerable, desperate, who can judge others or benign face of evil, the eyes hollow and empty mind. Perhaps, indeed, his own beat, never more than others ... we beat their own in this small world, a different interpretation of people living with, or laugh, or cry, or helpless, or indestructible. .. In this way, after the world has lit lonely, silent was given meaning, we, are liberated seal, but, they were themselves helpless locked.
hazy days, there will always shake the clear fall; the distance in the direction, there is always a long journey; staggering behind, there is always the story of quiet ; side of the sky, there is always time lost memories ... always sitting in the corner of the magician to change all this, ignore all the so-called human feelings, all the so-called positive, all the so-called soul. devour until the time of all .. all that far gone, the sky more than a troubled life more than a crack, we have, nothing more, nothing less, just sad and happy at the turn, playing with her young fate.
In fact, the time gone is gone, but we are still in conflict, no one is wrong, but time is too hasty, we have not had time to understand the surrounding The well will be pushed away in an instant [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so far ... ...

- time, has been going through, never stopped, never, never to cross I ... ...