Looking for a long time, and always will be the hearts that have not picked up a quiet, suffering from a painful baptism.
Indifferent to a lot, and always forget that the loss has not been truly beautiful, the night is full of suffering.
Learned a lot, and always learn to never give up, even if everything happened the deep-seated pain, it did not give up.
Understand a lot, always been aware of has been covered by the beginning of the so-called established conclusion.
Is there a piece of pure land, can be pure, let me forget all the trouble?
Is there a piece of pure land, white allows me to see every corner of the story took place?
Is there a piece of pure land, I simply can not learn to let go and learn to forget that the Society to give up, and also learned of the treasure?
Is there a piece of pure land, and the beautiful can not withstand Let me untold pain, no longer empty fantasy?
This was the number of nights I yearn for the land, are we really able to find?
I do not think because I am suffering torment in slowly, but it is clearly visible, as if the night at your fingertips, she call me strong.
Even if it can find such a pure land, can I go to sales of Enron Teana as easily?
Have some things it will be difficult to forget the need to deliberate the time to bury it. Some things can not be clearly Road is unknown, was a long time can not fade, no matter how reluctantly, have failed to escape the earth's annoyance, only reluctantly accepted.
So maybe there is a pure land on me from the vicinity of, but I was manic mind vague eyes blindfolded.
quiet enjoyment of one's solitude, and the text of each record of a cold every second of feeling deeply buried themselves listening to music in a beat note.
This is a piece of pure land, is really in front of it? She did not love, not hate, do not miss, there is no anxiety.
Accept the reality that this piece of land, can live in my mind, there is only water, mountains, birds, hearts, tremor.