In facts,
Any emotional, are superfluous.
Unknown before
Any speculation is silly.
May be, we always used to it,
Adding their own strong feelings in some things, and never forget.
Sometimes, thinking too much, and is not necessarily a good thing.
In fact, life is not complicated, it is us, their complex.
Some feelings have been stranded.
Some things have been delayed.
Always think, is its own can not do.
Have always thought that, bad things
Then
Not yet begun, just guess the outcome.
Not try to have a compromise.
Things come, like ostriches,
That, the heap of sand
Is your own happiness
Against blue sky
Talking longing
Against migratory birds flying south
Spoke attachment
But at the moment of take-off
Lose all courage
Until one day
Blowing life
Given us a surprise
Moment
No time to grief
Too late to regret
Us
Life can only be pushed
Front row
Have no choice
Has resigned
Still adhering to
Finally understand
This is the so-called survival
Finally understand
Things that make life difficult for those who
Also passed
When the days grow old
Memories beset
To laugh and tell their own
Met that year
But is it coincidence
Not fight the legend of the so-called
And you my fate
Too thin
Can not afford to support any commitment
The so-called entangled
Precipitation in the years after
So light, so light
Finally understand
Life
Had not so much romantic
Feeling
Are simply not bear eachother
An excess of imagination
Not like
Bad memory
Not bad
Will take time, years old in
Everything, do not be too attached
Something to look forward, certainly disappointed
Always remember
Life than just living it
Keep your little girl's romance
Apart from your rich imagination
Restore things to the truth
You will see more
Even at this moment you can not see
To the time it
One day, you will understand
The so-called release
Not forgotten
Any emotional, are superfluous.
Unknown before
Any speculation is silly.
May be, we always used to it,
Adding their own strong feelings in some things, and never forget.
Sometimes, thinking too much, and is not necessarily a good thing.
In fact, life is not complicated, it is us, their complex.
Some feelings have been stranded.
Some things have been delayed.
Always think, is its own can not do.
Have always thought that, bad things
Then
Not yet begun, just guess the outcome.
Not try to have a compromise.
Things come, like ostriches,
That, the heap of sand
Is your own happiness
Against blue sky
Talking longing
Against migratory birds flying south
Spoke attachment
But at the moment of take-off
Lose all courage
Until one day
Blowing life
Given us a surprise
Moment
No time to grief
Too late to regret
Us
Life can only be pushed
Front row
Have no choice
Has resigned
Still adhering to
Finally understand
This is the so-called survival
Finally understand
Things that make life difficult for those who
Also passed
When the days grow old
Memories beset
To laugh and tell their own
Met that year
But is it coincidence
Not fight the legend of the so-called
And you my fate
Too thin
Can not afford to support any commitment
The so-called entangled
Precipitation in the years after
So light, so light
Finally understand
Life
Had not so much romantic
Feeling
Are simply not bear eachother
An excess of imagination
Not like
Bad memory
Not bad
Will take time, years old in
Everything, do not be too attached
Something to look forward, certainly disappointed
Always remember
Life than just living it
Keep your little girl's romance
Apart from your rich imagination
Restore things to the truth
You will see more
Even at this moment you can not see
To the time it
One day, you will understand
The so-called release
Not forgotten
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