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Light through the shy in TV is not clear
world canvas, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I, is so bleak, washed all
of my emotions, spent all of his back, or remorse.
- Summer without
Every day have a confused and busy life;
don't know who is who oversized canvas art. Brokenhearted time, failed again
and again, recalled again and again, again and again of trauma, accustomed to
the time and time again receive, the phone is not about all these things, has
been always stealth online, no interest in all canvasprints party, only dull
looking at the computer, helplessly watching the show, and then have a class,
other don't want to move on, more and more lazy, lazy unwilling to accept the
fact that has already happened.
Indifferent is my youth? Who has a
reaction to the dead already a long time of heart? That summer ordering photos
online light, short time only a song, life sense of urgency, at any time with
our canvas wall prints' heart, one day as a day spent the ignoranting like fish
in troubled waters, fine water slowly deep stream. Years constantly use the
spots on her face is growing, and write not over Sydney canvas art songs, dream
up memory, back to less than in the past.
I still like to quietly for a walk in
the campus, the same scene the same person, is a different mood, bloom modern
canvas paintings very full, just not the bird, no blue sky white cloud of
communication, without sunshine shallow faint smile, sweet, there is no moon
without you my photo collages on canvas laughter. Instead rows of tall
buildings, around the end of the road, and the dim lights, all strangers.
, dull and how many times to try to
solve these problems, finally is drowned out by learning examination, from a
full of dreams photos into canvas morning to the beauty of the sunset, from the
bustling streets of to a quiet country road, from burning sun pawn to moonlight
sends out a light faint scent, from the towering buildings to majesty canvas
print from photo dashan, looking at the changes every day, in the face of
vehicles, passing by, that year long stroke, is more of a shrug. Who will pay
attention to, who will pay attention to, who can really online wall art to
Australia. The expectations of how many times, how many times back, slowly
become hazy dim and blank everything in sight, even sad can't find an excuse.
Wake up at night, can't see the window
the moonlight. Both hands holding the remaining wall prints art breathe, let
the broken night, old memories, I will be buried. Time will come when you least
expect them, gently flowing, miss once. Is in the sky, years across a long,
wind volume my canvas wall prints online skirts. Years as if too in a hurry,
tide, such as flower xie, wake up in the consternation, is really old,
otherwise, how could, toward the setting sun is a daze, see the wind, be
anxious to the spring months meditating, gradually a day a day of aging,
immersion heart has long been riddled with holes, when young, but my heart was
old!
