The fate on the keyboard is originally a chance in the life
The fate on the keyboard is originally a chance in the life
Meet just in a moment in that short one, just as forget only in that turning round hurriedly. Will know at the ends of the earth again and is separated by tomorrow, it is like the stranger too to meet again, perhaps this will be meaning a fate of flowing through, more a little paly beautiful, move area order regretting.
——Remember the question
Like night, so often hide and enjoy quiet and dreary romance in the room alone alone. It is quiet to like, so often taste lonely and lonely flavour alone. Think of the hopes of those spring, the sorrow in summer. Autumn vast and hazy. End of a performance in winter. That reached the end left was still the clear and melodious keyboard form dance music originally. Fate breaks up and all in the soul of A, B, C, D, instead of accompanying, instead of keeping. Finished on a by the time new day, it is noisy and noisy to say good-bye to everything, these true emotion characters float in mind, inlaying thin grief and sorrow, disconsolate that will let strong person full of even more. Fate of keyboard, lift hands, under strike the feeling, it was you that thought, that was injured is a heart.
I have ever said. The sadness is a happy accelerator. But why there are many sad factors, too happy to stand up instead? Often tell oneself to tidy up the mood, continue walking, miss flowers, you will reap the rain; Missing him, I will run into you. The words just fall did but he turn why into you? A sea of clouds is dim, this of the film editing holds monologue of multifarious attention. Miss and also just lengthen so lonelily limitlessly like this in love.
Compose worry song of succeeding with deep love that leave only, when every wind blows the cloud, play and sing gently at the moment that every sunrise moon falls. It is not the prediction of a person’s luck in a given year of figer tip, it is only the soul of finding sustenance in the keyboard. Listen to those as the plot again, the already ashen story. Cross over the beautiful distance no longer, and sad in weight speech develop what is useful and discard what is not sentimentally attached to.
Unless it is the waning night, let by lonely jump in keyboard finger,it but find by pieces of solidifying point, beat miss that brandish, let, care for on mind surging. In seeking, in waiting, what is really sought? What is you are familiar with after used to that side of the screening smiles, but all these will be frozen in my heart forever. Do not dare to bother you again. Afraid of losing you, is afraid of losing oneself. Have to let characters to have speech beat miss of me while being helpless, you watch distance of less than first meter just, miss twining stays on the figer tip. How far be able to the distance while pointing? Though I do not know the answer, I am willing to treasure, willing to lose. The ones that just relied on suddenly separated and rejected, could not look for your trace again, let my miss rotate, wander up and down, come to a halt in the empty midstream. This at a loss as to what to do does not have your habit. How to recuperate the mood, how to go to adapt to the emotion? Make coffee that a cup dissolved in the bitterness, is suffering enough from that kind of innate loneliness. Empty a glass at one gulp, does not wait for the tears to drop, eyes have been already in ” water ” China answers a curtain call ….
It is very late at night, the curtain has block the clear astringent moonlight, has reflected one wall of clear brightness. Sit quietly in front of the screen carefree and leisurely alone, but the heart but at this moment, misses you, call out you. If you stop at your still meeting? Look around the spacious wall all around, click tenderness lost for a long time in starting point of rippling of bottom of heart. Must never mind whether you will remember me. Needn’t warn, needn’t agree on, needn’t fulfil, needn’t insist on. It is far or near that needn’t measure the mutual distance still more. At this moment just when I miss you. You must be missing me too. I have 100% assurance. Pick up the state of mind at this moment of messy messy scribbling of writing paper of this pen missed. What you saw is only sentimental characters. But what can not see the tears on the keyboard fallen is crushed.
Interlock in sunset of morning, the moon is round and scarce. The sunshine in early morning pushes a door of end of the night open, tear back the soul lost during night too. Prediction of a person’s luck in a given year is like water, the vertical bamboo flute blows and breaks, can I still become far-reaching scenery under your wing? The tears are pure too, the love is pure too, fill with the sad happiness, who does not cherish the memory of during each festival? That aroused in interest once, fate for millennium? Grow that fairy tale which has imprinted the oath on the stone three times? Nowadays become the most beautiful twinkling of an eye. Miss like line, why cut even messy, but it is constant to cut. This winter can bear the weight of and miss? Is it sad to keep out? All people have withdrawn from the arena, only I hide after the curtain. You are a dream beautiful, can I still wake up in the dream? We will have to say goodbye, can I still leave calmly? The sound sound sound of the keyboard is pleasant. That was struck down is to feel sad, it was an emotion that was saved.
Act as the figer tip A on the slippery keyboard, B, C gently. You wait for me there? To still let to remember and appear clearly on the romantic starting point? Everything has already gone over. Tell oneself to be learnt to give up, stand up and leave away in the twinkling of an eye when the tears drop. Will bury it on the bottom of heart painfully, the brightest memory stays and once belongs to each other. Regret to be changed and missed that silk silk little by little. . . .