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meteor, about your next stop

across the quiet night, the moon hanging in the curtain, painted with its unique semi-chord, could not guess the mystery behind the constellation. Wind in the grass is dyed green, and repeatedly, in their respective yueyahu the most beautiful singing their sweet life. Along the winding path, paved the grass kissing soft blanket, surrounded by so quiet, so quiet I can not help but want to lie idle, to listen to the whispers of those grass. Shadow of the tree branches out of the edge spots embedded in the carpet, the wind shaking the tree at night pulling the swing, tian While eventually finding a specified time, and I feel the life of another, listen to another life motto. -

Moonlight cascaded like water gently and quietly diarrhea, and diffuse layer of thinking are at the moment, it breaks the established process of time and space, everything can be folded into existence. Emotional Plaza ramp up the side, cutting the time, the conversion was different from the linear flow of life, breaking the shackles of narrow, tearing bonds of the chain, carefully picked up the memories one by one, by acting out a dream lit one by one.

grass and the wind, soft beat of life praise, and it is this humble soft, and accompanied by the wind struck the strings I can remember, opened his eyes looking up at the night sky, watching the countless stars. Thin clouds at night as onion skin [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], passing Yuehen dim, shy Night Moon's face covered, revealing only the eyes. In the darkness, surrounded by still so quiet, perhaps only then, the heart will remain in the memory, filled in the years that Homecoming, shaking pulling the eyes of the night talking. I think of childhood stars that agreement, I have not forgotten, I believe you did not forget, because we all stare at each other, because we are committed to each other. . . -. . .

child, always love that night, sitting in the moonlight spilled a small courtyard, nestled in her mother's side, listening to Mama said the ancient and mysterious legends. Immature thinking, irrepressible curiosity, always love to ask a moot issue, raised his head, eyes wide open, waiting for her mother to say that hours do not know the answer [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], on swing out of the shallow profile, the stars are could not help but to giggle, as if they heard my conversation with my mother. I looked up, looking up at the night sky occupy the fresh paint will not stay in the moonlight in the spring, put away the memory of the debris, meteor across, I closed my hands make a wish. -

Moonlight shed the road, appeared in time to fulfill the commitments it for life; the stars are twinkling night, looking forward to the coming, and it is my honor that agreement. Lying on a quiet corner of campus, the wind was blowing breeze, I know the aspirations of hours has been achieved, I should be glad that I am lucky, I should be glad that I have under-hour front of a star that wish. Meteor again, in the campus under the night sky on a beautiful painting of a line, I once again closed his hands, eyes closed, and the promise of a meteor wish, I believe the meteor it would know, because it was just me and it agreement. The seeds of a dream planted in their hearts [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], waiting for it to germinate, flower and bear fruit. I know it is a process that takes time, so I used the time waiting for it again, with a time of record so bit by bit, until I'm old, when I should be all the memories, but traces of the Road should be most of my life bright colors. Meteor, lit a torch under my dream, I set the target at the lighthouse, the ocean of life, I pulled out of the harbor, facing the sun, stirred with a paddle from the paddle down the melancholy gray of life!

more quiet night, the wind blows over the ears of the time, sailed through the sparkling river. I stood up, put away the agreement, likewise, I put away the fun, singing prayer songs, nostalgia nostalgia folded, watching the night sky, waiting for the meteor cut through clouds. Standing there, I found: It was in the grip of life over flash, disappeared a short moment of regret hanging long meteor had not spoken alone. I whisper said: Similarly, I will once again hand the promise of co-wish dream, because meteors, about you across the next ... ... -

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