《网王穿越之从现在开始》秉礽

5、番外（1）

　　Do not know when to start. I will take the initiative to mind in search of something.
　　A song. A person. A fragment of the film. A text.
　　A past or is one has nothing to do with their story.
　　Happy when I love the happy amplification. Pain is love the hysteria.
　　Born to an extreme. Console oneself with soothing remarks was a sensible man.
　　So I do not fast or indulge yourself to repeatedly listen to the song.
　　Repeated that film fragment. Ruminating on the text. Repeated revisiting the story.
　　So my heart began to sour. There is so little moist eyes occasionally.
　　Of course. Let your pain. Is not the excuse to indulge. Happiness is the essence of indulgence. Why not. Don't indulge how to forget
　　Don't forget to nirvana. How can then be moved not nirvana. Not to be moved and how happy.
　　Often in someone else's story touched his profligacy.
　　Listen to the song and so some notes soft revealed a desperate and regret. Seem to have deep feeling in the meantime.
　　As his heart is cold. While watching the movie. That a yellowing of the text.
　　In a few minutes or between the lines. Such an ending. Such an image.
　　The autumn. Light translucent evening. People walked away. Long shadow is not even looking back.
　　Send you a thousand miles. Or you farewell. Or just a day without a word.
　　Life how many tears. Think about it like in relation to their own little.
　　Life without end. Maybe everything will sink down.
　　This should be brushed we inadvertently will not their own belongings in a bag.
　　It is therefore. We walked all the way down and will be so heavy.
　　Lose. Is also a kind of doomed. If two people destined to pass. That in addition to give up. Can do what
　　But. But in such a month is as clear as water night suddenly remembered. Then burst into tears.
　　A cup is used for a long time. Suddenly one day break. Could not reach out to touch the ground debris.
　　A spasm of pain from the fingertips came. Look from the fingertips dripping blood.
　　I see. The original cup should stop to pick up. Finger pain and loneliness only belongs to myself.
　　The cup is always broken. A broken cup is no longer intact.
　　I am not the cup. There will be no water to drink. No history. It is the tears.
　　People are scattered. Onlyyou, everything is beautiful. Love is over.

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