A man

wind rain a person, a person picturesque, a person yo Cantabile, a person free.
a person is lonely, lonely, and a person is beautiful, is a beautiful landscape.
looking out the window, sighed softly not help. Heard people say that sorrow will disturb the loneliness and solitude when you wanted to hide penny. I am at the moment is undoubtedly lonely, sad there are nameless, nameless lonely.
Nobody told me, after the first lonely lonely, lonely, or after the first, lonely, or because they are lonely lonely. Or because of loneliness and solitude. A big crowd, because the heart or because lonely lonely, or because people in the arena involuntarily. Maybe life has always been this way, not perfect, there are always some defects. Only make a person look lonely, look lonely. Maybe life has always been lonely, lonely. To earthly men and women taste the loneliness and solitude, experience the melancholy and sadness.
a man destined to be lonely, doomed nowhere to escape. Love is just a nothingness, spiritual sustenance. Love, only an illusion, psychological dependence. Leaving only silent tears, silent pain. Those lopsided the past, is still in the wind, not silence.
been reluctant smile, once the warm greetings, has given the warmth of the warp, farther and farther away from their own. Like a dream, woke up after a sad pillow, a pillow in frustration. Feel lonely and sad. I am searching for a dream may be too far from reality, and lose yourself. At the moment, when the dead of night looking back, they find that their pay, after all, in plain, nothing.
have tried to face the world with a smile, face their own past and memories, but I never seem to stay in the world that the season of snow every now and then, that the cold winter.
Some say that loneliness is the left hand holding the lonely, the right hand pulled flat. Oh, to describe the good. Sometimes, want to give yourself a smile, a little sunshine, but also some wonderful life. Only to find his smile so tired, life is still the original plain. No one can predict its outcome, only with time Diminishing, silently away.
Perhaps a person is a kind of beauty, a kind of self that the United States and the United States. N times when I picked up the mirror, the mirror of their own remains unchanged, but his face expressionless, his face blank. Perhaps this lonely beauty itself contains a special and difficult to make people aware. As time goes by quietly, they will be reborn in the eternal, always slowly ... ...
Sometimes, some people, some things do not need other people to understand, do not need someone else to read, as long as you live real, live natural, even lonely, even alone, is this not a good thing, good thing, at least No one hurt, with no worries.
passing a hurry, you come to me, all eyes are clouds over the eye, the end is to be scattered, and finally to wake up. Familiar and unfamiliar names again and again approached, and again times gone. Looking back pass, the end can not be changed.
people still will be a lonely, like a dead leaf, the wind blowing gently, rotate, gently flowing down the earth, everything is so natural, harmonious, with no false. If my loneliness, I kind of like that, because this time I am also so natural, no depression and sadness, disappointment, frustration but also with the wind gone, leaving only the quiet contemplation and yearning. Only the purifying effects of the kind of feeling.