farwell to my friends

In this way, we bid farewell to the many confusing emotions, in the spring of arms.

Begonia flowers painted pale pink blush, humble tribute to the blue sky, a garden of pink Liulv, people's body soft down, like several in pitch darkness in the afternoon to do the dream, not anxious to wake up. This warm, make you feel, the spring must be an illusion, or is the perfect plot.

The perfection of all bright and beautiful, always feeling really, as if the happiness of the world all in close proximity, as if false was empty.

I held out my hand, not able to touch you. Time to diffuse you that my skin, your face a loss. Perception and intervention because it can not change, I lack the basic sense of security. Things seem to calm the lake, but the worth of under stormy.