The remotest corners of the globe seemingly far away, but also turned a distance; death is always uncertainSamsung Note 3 cases, but also a reincarnation of numerology arc.

Night, dream, one day.

Autumn blanking, the breath of winter cold people very distressed.

In the most beautiful years, with silent sadness kept wandering. Loneliness swallowed the body, in exchange for a body completely skin pain; sorrow is mental, change is a lake covered all over with cuts and bruises cone thornscrapbooking storage.

I think the past, perhaps is the happy Buddha left in the bottle, generation after generation of reincarnation, only I can not alone pale hidden.

From the world of mortals, one should first rode away, Yang under dust, stay and keep in the world that people refused to leave, and then in the sad love lonely. Down, melancholyWomen fashion.

Looking back, the old courtyard inside, plum has withered, the tree fell to the ground and eventually became a youth messy mud, Ren bentonite wet, cold Xiangli wrapped in red blood. Remember, twenty spring and autumn in loop melody, a few chords were zero zero, in the chilly soft voice is not adjustable. Listening to the distant leaves fall, the wind from the flip, I tried to sound sorrow never cover it, in order to not let yourself be deeply touched that is written in the pillow of falling white: I in the dark night inside, a broken heart broken, but only in a melancholy of the identity of the customer, drift in the world......

Not from here, do free guest that lady. Walking in the alternative bridge, side is in a low voice: who chanted a lonely by who v.. The preface, total light negative. If it was not so difficult, I keep.

The original, as is the pain, heart suddenly had wantonly spread.

Life is like a route, to and fro the past are those hasty passing, no one for whom Bo stopped. The fate of the travel time, you and I are just as another rendering of a landscape, the edge over, to disperse.

For them, we are drifting in the long river of life there. When the busy gone, really stay down is that a break down to the boat, with the moment of their tired more than heart.

Remember, I have to insist that they should read Buddhist scriptures, to escape Buddhism, then give up everything always is a pair. Now, the end is young, really too dense, tightly the flesh and soul.

Originally, I was only the Buddha as escapist excuse. Once thought, and not thought to is free, but you do not believe it is the Buddha of artistic conception. The so-called escape, actually will go, or the world, or love, just a different mood at the beginning.

Fate is a bridge in the bridge bridge one, no matter how hard to change, only to reach the bridge.

All, own karma, cannot importune. Even if it is hard to change the fate of the texture, it is in the doomed. Destined to have a kind of reduced and fortune, in which way, then all the modification with, final to do, eventually all be ordinary.

Those people, in both side be neither friendly nor aloof, or are there not now, will not escape the fate of reincarnation.