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stand by your grave [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], whispered silent, nostalgic tears to fall time and space, thoughts and far-fetched to many years of each other, are buried in the hearts of the two separated. Autumn yellow leaves were knocked flying in the air, as if also entrusted with the grief that come in looking for a long road. Pull the weeds down your grave, lit a cigarette, sat quietly feel your breath. Trance we leave the close, near to us never separate. You use your hands and fiddled with my pale hair, as if they see you tear my eyes, eyes with a gentle way for me to wash away the dust and fatigue. So quietly by your side until the end of time.
the oath was echoed over and over again in the ears, and other earth-shaking moment to prove that we have an eternal silence. You took my little bit lonely hearts, but also took away abandoned before. Is silent on this forever, forever no choice, can you ever smile in return.
autumn wind in my hair, blew my mood disorder. The kind of mind does not know how to describe the feeling, ambiguous, hazy and indistinct. Chrysanthemum spent on the ground with the figure of the wind, as if to tell which was which of the past. Lying on the ground gently, as if they lay down on your arms, once again bringing you feel my breath, is so real, and is so far away. And then lit a cigarette, so smoke-filled in around you, you said you like me this faint smell of tobacco, like I gently hold you in my arms feeling. Remaining period of time thinking about my heart aches again. The depth of pain of bone marrow, can not extricate themselves.
opened his eyes and look into the distance, blue sky, sky, the birds left the scene. High clouds constantly changing in the shadow! As if you were dancing posture. Lay so quietly, when the sun and stay in the hillside was a small tree withered when, knowing the left, again left helpless. Tidy up their own mind left behind [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and then kisses the grave of loess [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], turned away no turning back down the hill. I dreaded the moment back to himself again, tears and dismay.
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