The butterfly fly but the sea

The butterfly fly but the sea, is not it no courage, but the other shore without waiting for.

The mood of the surge not calm, miss still cannot be easily shake down time.

You have been at the other side of the edge open for Bailey Button UGG Boots me a door, the door of happiness in the other shore was about to, I found the door has been the years as well as the gap with.

DuoNian wait, wait for the bud eventually still put before opening the waiting, punishment, fruit of the future, I use the words of the lonely, write down to wait.

Thought to close my eyes, you can see the darkness of the world. Think cover your ears, you can hear all the trouble. Think stopped, can no longer been displaced. Think not to miss, you can forget the sorrow.

To be continued story, I think had already prepared the "much transformed" ending. Not the press of youth, I have been writing those words to say goodbye. I used to think so important you, also can calm on the recall.

From you in a very far place, I smile and say to you a wish. The four seasons, something bright in all have I fragrance that light. Each sentence, is that every day of my thoughts. And whether you have forgotten me?

Warm afternoon, I'm under the sun "mu" bath "sad" injury. With a blue pencil, in short ugg white hilltop delineate a grey met figure. Only the characters, and years with pale.

I already can't stretched out, and the desire to hold wait for hand, in the various memory, taste of that lost in the years of waiting. Everything seems to be a dream, when I was in clear sleep wake up with a start, there are too many memories of the lingering, but, beautiful and been quietly sent the leakage.


Say good DuoNian of waiting, we turned in the moment, and has set up a file does not exist. Who gave me a blooming excuse, let I fold in the mind, good season, by the wind disorderly? And who make my world with the fall of thick mo chongcai make?

You know, I'm listening to.

Now, I was left alone, to look for personal stray once strong. Migratory birds fly south also earlier, a man's late autumn, will you than I alone? For those who love trapped, those who is still waiting for, those who departure in late autumn, sentimental light fades, winter comes, you also and I am lonely?

The so-called lonely, just I of obsession.

Look at the sun, the sea level gradually away from the sea breeze bring cool and refreshing feeling, hear; The sea to cry.

Waiting is repeatedly swaying unreachable dream, who persistent, who lost, who really, who were injured.

Stray will only escape, love just copying.