My OperaThe repetition of two hundred a day, just let me see the fate of people can not change that fact.
Thursday, August 2, 2012 2:01:44 AM
The image is a dragonfly.
Busy flying.
A butterfly close behind, But the speed of the wings and did not slow down.
Butterflies can not keep up gradually,
and will soon disappear from the horizon which Moment,
unable to fall down. Paddled the arc to go to the whereabouts.
Such as proudly the Sheban falling trajectory,
actually mimicking a broken lily.
That figure, full of sadness.
People can not help thinking,
if not come together,
at least slightly in the next companionship.
But this is impossible.
Feet did not tread in the field,
and even stop the freedom to come. ...
Busy flying.
A butterfly close behind, But the speed of the wings and did not slow down.
Butterflies can not keep up gradually,
and will soon disappear from the horizon which Moment,
unable to fall down. Paddled the arc to go to the whereabouts.
Such as proudly the Sheban falling trajectory,
actually mimicking a broken lily.
That figure, full of sadness.
People can not help thinking,
if not come together,
at least slightly in the next companionship.
But this is impossible.
Feet did not tread in the field,
and even stop the freedom to come. ...
