Owned by each person's life, who has their own taste, has its characteristics. In the autumn shallow drunk, we write a, leisurely room painted his or her Love. Love is remarkable for any period, no one can escape from Love gives us a number of hearty. Many times, we will still do all of that mean, the sigh miracle of life. Many times, we can not think of their own thing, nor had to outline their particular picture, it will quietly enlivened in our lives.
Silent Event has come quietly, giving the black night charm has covered your complete sky. However, at the moment I still miss the present of blue day, miss the share of white clouds. People like this, in the daytime, it tends to miss the black event; at night time, will cherish the memory of the violet sky and white clouds. Our Love is such a contradiction within repeatedly passing each new year so quickly from our world slip away.