Love is a quiet landscape
March evening, like fireworks, burning before the silence. Beautiful Lake of the month, March bride, waiting for you to set off a red scarf.There is a quiet, silence, like a distant skyline that channel, could go on.
The night began spun the yarn of her skirt, undulating, looming curves, the beginning people reveries. An impulse in the combustion, but Karma however, only the inflow of the heart, such as infuriating instant quiet.I close my eyes and enjoy breathing mixed with flowers, smell the air of dirt, I know that such moments are not many, many times we are passing, how can slow down and listen to another voice? The lake that several strains of scattered cherry blossoms, white as angels, was so bright, afraid to miss this season. Missed will not have, like life, just as I always wrong, stop the damage that I think will not hurt the feelings. In fact, we do not like cherry, even if flowering is very short, but it is so reckless, frank face of wind and rain.Sitting on the lakeside pavilion of the stone bench, watching the waves of the lake of Yan Yan, look at the reflection in the water of the lake, have a mercy on the passage of the heart, there is a regret flagrantly born. Who is in the waves of Yan Yan, who is in the reflection in the water, really like a mirage-like fantasy? Moment quiet was actually a rare landscape, I enjoy, this moment, let go the heart of all, let her free. Love is actually a quiet landscape, Do not let the injury break at the moment love the quiet. Red secular world, there are too many noisy, and perhaps anxiety such as irritability, it is the weakness of the heart. I know too much dye in life, we often can not get out, is disseminated everywhere, and how much lightness finds.The lake trail through the couple of a pair of hand, quietly discourse, this moment, the language has pale a. Maybe it is a kind to each other, is a kind of sympathetic.
Love is in the quiet after the storm, in the long years of happiness.Do not think about it, gain and loss of this just an idea, love and love only in a split second. Stand up and walk along the lake, and a slight wind from the small waves, and again rushed to the shore, and again back is to wait or go ahead? Black to the center of the lake that group, like the whirling darkness, there are stalwart, but also as you whisper, leaning against your hair, smell the incense of your hair.
Time to let everything slip away, but also all over again. So tread on your pace, walking in the road we choose. We do not need too much rendering the already colorful life, what we want is a quiet corner at the moment, want is to go slowly with you quiet.Aimlessly walking, what kind of outcome? Where the quiet of the moment, some are apologetic, a penitent heart, wells of sympathy and affection for you, countless warm I ignored.A lot of life when such a quiet and to mind the first washing, so that the soul of a sublimation. We love the hustle and bustle, demonstrate their love unreal splendor. Also it turns out, speechless silence of love, was not very good scenery.If you love, your love; If you do not love, please leave. I do not know which TV series in the lines, at the moment but in the faint aroma of the air was filled, as Yan Yan shimmering, shining in the depths of the lake.Desire a scenic, tranquil scenery, ring in the depths of our love. Do not need noisy, do not want to irritability, and does not require deep kissing, do not need to embrace, as long as the heart have, with quiet walk, with a brilliant smile.Look back on that distant lover, gradually disappeared in the Road quiet landscape, but it is so warm, so beautiful!
The night began spun the yarn of her skirt, undulating, looming curves, the beginning people reveries. An impulse in the combustion, but Karma however, only the inflow of the heart, such as infuriating instant quiet.I close my eyes and enjoy breathing mixed with flowers, smell the air of dirt, I know that such moments are not many, many times we are passing, how can slow down and listen to another voice? The lake that several strains of scattered cherry blossoms, white as angels, was so bright, afraid to miss this season. Missed will not have, like life, just as I always wrong, stop the damage that I think will not hurt the feelings. In fact, we do not like cherry, even if flowering is very short, but it is so reckless, frank face of wind and rain.Sitting on the lakeside pavilion of the stone bench, watching the waves of the lake of Yan Yan, look at the reflection in the water of the lake, have a mercy on the passage of the heart, there is a regret flagrantly born. Who is in the waves of Yan Yan, who is in the reflection in the water, really like a mirage-like fantasy? Moment quiet was actually a rare landscape, I enjoy, this moment, let go the heart of all, let her free. Love is actually a quiet landscape, Do not let the injury break at the moment love the quiet. Red secular world, there are too many noisy, and perhaps anxiety such as irritability, it is the weakness of the heart. I know too much dye in life, we often can not get out, is disseminated everywhere, and how much lightness finds.The lake trail through the couple of a pair of hand, quietly discourse, this moment, the language has pale a. Maybe it is a kind to each other, is a kind of sympathetic.
Love is in the quiet after the storm, in the long years of happiness.Do not think about it, gain and loss of this just an idea, love and love only in a split second. Stand up and walk along the lake, and a slight wind from the small waves, and again rushed to the shore, and again back is to wait or go ahead? Black to the center of the lake that group, like the whirling darkness, there are stalwart, but also as you whisper, leaning against your hair, smell the incense of your hair.
Time to let everything slip away, but also all over again. So tread on your pace, walking in the road we choose. We do not need too much rendering the already colorful life, what we want is a quiet corner at the moment, want is to go slowly with you quiet.Aimlessly walking, what kind of outcome? Where the quiet of the moment, some are apologetic, a penitent heart, wells of sympathy and affection for you, countless warm I ignored.A lot of life when such a quiet and to mind the first washing, so that the soul of a sublimation. We love the hustle and bustle, demonstrate their love unreal splendor. Also it turns out, speechless silence of love, was not very good scenery.If you love, your love; If you do not love, please leave. I do not know which TV series in the lines, at the moment but in the faint aroma of the air was filled, as Yan Yan shimmering, shining in the depths of the lake.Desire a scenic, tranquil scenery, ring in the depths of our love. Do not need noisy, do not want to irritability, and does not require deep kissing, do not need to embrace, as long as the heart have, with quiet walk, with a brilliant smile.Look back on that distant lover, gradually disappeared in the Road quiet landscape, but it is so warm, so beautiful!
ervinarnotts - 10. Mai, 09:01
