When the blossoms have scattered, only their dusty fragrance remains.
That familiar sweetness of soda that once filled the air, the songs you sang, the things you said, you laughing out loud right where you stood.
The characters keep twisting out of shape, and I don't know how to speak. I want to record everything, and only to record it. To forget.
I have nothing to say.
Theme:
Cute little bamboo shoots, our little crazy, unwilling to fall, and wild thoughts come from the most beautiful boy in our hearts.
Thorn... I'll tell you in a very low voice... This is Xiaosun...
Alas, the pain in my heart will always be in the physics competition... I always come last in the exam... Alas...
Haha, this is Xiao Shi~~~lalalal
Can you be compared to the brightness of a summer day? You are more lovely and gentle than the hot summer; The strong wind destroys the delicate stamens of May flowers, Summer leaves in a hurry without stopping. The bright eyes of the sky are sometimes too hot, Golden faces are often shadowed; All beautiful images will inevitably fade, Destroy by accident or grow old naturally. And you are as lush as midsummer and never wither, Your elegance and grace will always be graceful; Death cannot force you to die, You will live forever in immortal poetry. As long as people can breathe and are not blind, This poem will last forever with you. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Like~...!
But I can't write anymore. . .
A good start,,, come on, come on
Leaving tomorrow. Here to say hello. I was still very moved when I saw the text of 05. Even though techniques have improved a lot now, the eruptions back then were so dazzling. Even glaring. We can't see clearly around us or anything else. Dear Liang. Hug. On August 24, 2006 "Cool and violent blue"
Baby Annie's style,,,,, seems like
Write quickly. . . . You said you were going to write like crazy during the summer vacation, but you only wrote so much!!!! Hurry up Watch out if I throw bricks!!! HOHO