EYUNG novel - fall in love with a person's quiet time
I do not know when to fall in love with a quiet day, fell in love with the window lying quietly looking out the window of time, falling in love with a person holding the book slowly read the appearance of ... ...
Looking out the window that green high-spirited fields, looking at the people that constantly busy work of the figure. Mouth also rose slightly, alone to enjoy this quiet, serene time.
The horizon of a red sun slowly slipping, the release of a weak shimmer, golden color covered the earth, people see the details of the share. As if the whole world is quiet ... ...
Perhaps this quiet, serene time in this colorful world has become a luxury, right?
In this colorful neon world everything becomes too fast, more and more intense competition, the pressure is growing. Has been very few people will stop to seriously watch this colorful world of the ... ...
In this colorful neon world, we lost the direction; lost that had been covered with a burning blood of their own; lost that day and night miss the dream. Perhaps it has become impossible to achieve the "dream", right? Only inadvertently only think of, and then self-deprecating smile, right?
That covered with blood-borne teenage girls entering society is always so frivolous, but in this cruel reality is so fragile, it has been fantasy numerous "dream" so easy to give up, the young The mind is also in this reality under the black and blue injuries, more and more do not believe this world ... ... In this utilitarian world, as if in addition to "show" really a little "positive energy" are not. We are always with "colored glasses" to observe the world, the heart is full of prejudice ... ...
In this harsh reality we become mature, but also lost the innocence ... ... perhaps we just hide it, hidden to even our own can not detect the place. In this colorful world, each of us with a "mask" life, but also always pretend to look like a knife and wielding, always always carry their own injuries. But we are emotional, not every injury can carry their own, there is always a day of collapse ... ...
When parents call us, we always squeeze out a touch of smile, saying, "everything is well, do not worry," but the moment the phone hangs in tears; in the dark night that night, when the endless darkness felt But the only quiet circle in the silent silence of the tears, only in the heart of the silent cry, "Why is this world so cruel, human reason why so cold?
In fact, no one is wrong, this world is not wrong, but we are too depressed themselves, and the heart of the share of innocence, a good depression to the child with only that day when the dialogue will be released, without any purpose.
We must learn to leave their time, their quiet thoughts that can not say or do not want to say the secret, a person quietly healing their own injuries ... ...
Looking out the window that green high-spirited fields, looking at the people that constantly busy work of the figure. Mouth also rose slightly, alone to enjoy this quiet, serene time.
The horizon of a red sun slowly slipping, the release of a weak shimmer, golden color covered the earth, people see the details of the share. As if the whole world is quiet ... ...
Perhaps this quiet, serene time in this colorful world has become a luxury, right?
In this colorful neon world everything becomes too fast, more and more intense competition, the pressure is growing. Has been very few people will stop to seriously watch this colorful world of the ... ...
In this colorful neon world, we lost the direction; lost that had been covered with a burning blood of their own; lost that day and night miss the dream. Perhaps it has become impossible to achieve the "dream", right? Only inadvertently only think of, and then self-deprecating smile, right?
That covered with blood-borne teenage girls entering society is always so frivolous, but in this cruel reality is so fragile, it has been fantasy numerous "dream" so easy to give up, the young The mind is also in this reality under the black and blue injuries, more and more do not believe this world ... ... In this utilitarian world, as if in addition to "show" really a little "positive energy" are not. We are always with "colored glasses" to observe the world, the heart is full of prejudice ... ...
In this harsh reality we become mature, but also lost the innocence ... ... perhaps we just hide it, hidden to even our own can not detect the place. In this colorful world, each of us with a "mask" life, but also always pretend to look like a knife and wielding, always always carry their own injuries. But we are emotional, not every injury can carry their own, there is always a day of collapse ... ...
When parents call us, we always squeeze out a touch of smile, saying, "everything is well, do not worry," but the moment the phone hangs in tears; in the dark night that night, when the endless darkness felt But the only quiet circle in the silent silence of the tears, only in the heart of the silent cry, "Why is this world so cruel, human reason why so cold?
In fact, no one is wrong, this world is not wrong, but we are too depressed themselves, and the heart of the share of innocence, a good depression to the child with only that day when the dialogue will be released, without any purpose.
We must learn to leave their time, their quiet thoughts that can not say or do not want to say the secret, a person quietly healing their own injuries ... ...
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