Rainy night essay

Like rain tonight, but can not speak sad touching, such as v. endured.
A long absence, such a feeling of open space QQ, the order of playback music collection, or affection, or sad, full of familiar melodies, every sound, are filled with a touch of warmth to bring their own, as always, moving. Simply brew a pot Longjing, slow to listen, though the evening, but I know that my insomnia has nothing to do with tea.
Now accompanied own, as if only these songs, only they staying with a friend forever.
A few days, dull feeling lonely lingering stagnation in mind, there is a cry of total impulse, I would like to bury themselves deeply into the poetry, and then from these things mockery. People say things get, do they not bound themselves by it? I will put themselves at the abyss of loneliness, to look trumped salvation. Moved and resentment can be unforgettable, coming and going of the noise, the exhausting life concerns, but hold not live a pair of warm hands, but during the years of waiting, the heart to endure the pain of macrophages, Mut Wah flow, feel then?
Loved to listen to the rain, they are most afraid of hearing the rain, they play up the most poetic aspiration, and yet no secret that good will is so far away. At that moment, they heard the Zhu Jiang's song "Let it take over":
"Toward the hour of midnight when the flowers bloom
Sorrows and joys, life is just a sigh
Afterlife leave this life together
10000 treasure is only a drop of tears

Emotional entanglement with people
Beautiful flowers bloom only
Decorated with memories of love
Past only say nice

Then to love it too it would make good
Anyway, the flowers have opened a drop any of it go good or bad
Then to love it too it would make good
Anyway, children who come and go, but I really care about him "
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Who is like whispering softly, tears, could not fall down ... ......
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