Those sad tune
Those sad tune
The cello plays out the low-spirited note slowly, shroud me in a stretch of vast and hazy fog.
It seems to be that one deserves sad season, very suitable for those scholars and feel sad with the coming of autumn in wound spring in autumn. Dye to the limit in one layer of forest to look at the maple leaf, the shine clouds at dusk dye red half the sky I'm afraid it is a very bright scene, but it seems that I am born one and only understand the sad person, sigh their dissipation always after beautiful scenery. Before long, how 's innocence and naivety is I, want, go, catch they put tightly, want to take into one's own possession selfishly But I have the ability, have the ability either, in ignorant middle's reverie, sad every day, one day passed by in this way.
General a person is since borning predestined to bear endless pain of injury. Those happy clouds, just unsocial notes, they can not exist in our life for a long time, just interspersed it, jumped out and gave us a unexpected happiness once in a while, but substituted by those themes immediately, flood it under the top layer forever, it is difficult to stand up. meshowfashion
We sigh, we do not give up, because people, by birth in order to look for happily, when jumping out in our sight in these happy notes, we are anxious and fretful naturally, only can day-dream when can come back they, but lazy unwilling to there are any practical actions all day.
Those sad tune, is the theme in our life, we needn't go to make excessive demands, they will fill in the vacancy in our life naturally too.
We are accompanied by these low-spirited notes, prop up the broken time that can't bear with both hands. Like the years of water, is trickling on the river of the life silently, they take a lot of away we should have or should not have, this is all people's things unable to describe in speech, it is very beautiful perhaps, but perhaps it is most horrible those, we are terrified to daring to spy upon, can only let them give play to the same effect of toxin slowly, we drag into endless darkness China.
Since you have chosen this life, destined should be as a carrier which bear the agony. It is hard and bitter and hot in this world, separation and reunion and personnel changes, right and wrong, brush against we at any time, having met, having produced the chemical reaction, sad that they evolve slowly, catch, get temper note of succeeding musician, connect in series, stand up, make up this urge people tune of tears while being pieces of. We like this kind of music, but has left the tears unconsciously. Is it the natural instincts so? We are all poets by birth, all a pair of bright and sharp eyes insight the affairs of human life, so always can catch these sad tune appearing in our life repeatedly in fine and smooth emotion.
The paradise, should vainly hope originally, just I had already forgotten, why originally begin to hover. Like the lyrics very much, everybody to fall angel in the mortal world, we have the wings hovering by birth, but predestined God wants us to stand the suffering, we have forgotten one's own instinct - -Hover, live on the ground smoothly ordinarily, sad on the ground, listen attentively to these sad tune on the ground.
A lot of things unables to compare in speech in the life, the ones that have well have corruption too, to turn into us to be unwilling to see naturally corruption those, deep and is planted in our heart deeply. Have tempered everybody into the angel well versed in the affairs of human life.
Those sad tune, weaving in the march in our life, we are unable to escape, can only carve and pick up one's ears to listen attentively to each time at all times. Perhaps sometimes will find, this was sound of sounds of nature originally.
The cello plays out the low-spirited note slowly, shroud me in a stretch of vast and hazy fog.
It seems to be that one deserves sad season, very suitable for those scholars and feel sad with the coming of autumn in wound spring in autumn. Dye to the limit in one layer of forest to look at the maple leaf, the shine clouds at dusk dye red half the sky I'm afraid it is a very bright scene, but it seems that I am born one and only understand the sad person, sigh their dissipation always after beautiful scenery. Before long, how 's innocence and naivety is I, want, go, catch they put tightly, want to take into one's own possession selfishly But I have the ability, have the ability either, in ignorant middle's reverie, sad every day, one day passed by in this way.
General a person is since borning predestined to bear endless pain of injury. Those happy clouds, just unsocial notes, they can not exist in our life for a long time, just interspersed it, jumped out and gave us a unexpected happiness once in a while, but substituted by those themes immediately, flood it under the top layer forever, it is difficult to stand up. meshowfashion
We sigh, we do not give up, because people, by birth in order to look for happily, when jumping out in our sight in these happy notes, we are anxious and fretful naturally, only can day-dream when can come back they, but lazy unwilling to there are any practical actions all day.
Those sad tune, is the theme in our life, we needn't go to make excessive demands, they will fill in the vacancy in our life naturally too.
We are accompanied by these low-spirited notes, prop up the broken time that can't bear with both hands. Like the years of water, is trickling on the river of the life silently, they take a lot of away we should have or should not have, this is all people's things unable to describe in speech, it is very beautiful perhaps, but perhaps it is most horrible those, we are terrified to daring to spy upon, can only let them give play to the same effect of toxin slowly, we drag into endless darkness China.
Since you have chosen this life, destined should be as a carrier which bear the agony. It is hard and bitter and hot in this world, separation and reunion and personnel changes, right and wrong, brush against we at any time, having met, having produced the chemical reaction, sad that they evolve slowly, catch, get temper note of succeeding musician, connect in series, stand up, make up this urge people tune of tears while being pieces of. We like this kind of music, but has left the tears unconsciously. Is it the natural instincts so? We are all poets by birth, all a pair of bright and sharp eyes insight the affairs of human life, so always can catch these sad tune appearing in our life repeatedly in fine and smooth emotion.
The paradise, should vainly hope originally, just I had already forgotten, why originally begin to hover. Like the lyrics very much, everybody to fall angel in the mortal world, we have the wings hovering by birth, but predestined God wants us to stand the suffering, we have forgotten one's own instinct - -Hover, live on the ground smoothly ordinarily, sad on the ground, listen attentively to these sad tune on the ground.
A lot of things unables to compare in speech in the life, the ones that have well have corruption too, to turn into us to be unwilling to see naturally corruption those, deep and is planted in our heart deeply. Have tempered everybody into the angel well versed in the affairs of human life.
Those sad tune, weaving in the march in our life, we are unable to escape, can only carve and pick up one's ears to listen attentively to each time at all times. Perhaps sometimes will find, this was sound of sounds of nature originally.
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