State with varying degrees of numbness

The dead of night, embrace days, the taste of smelt a spring, picked up words, want to find a long-lost state, but found life had mess. Filled the air cold past, time defended the dignity of life, perhaps only the long night of all pain can be calm waves. So, choose silence, and attempted to use this almost can only hear the silence of one breath, airing injury. Yesterday Silently, used a mocking in silence the mentality of fatigue, let those few unloaded fairy tale story on the scattered in fall. Hence, instantly understand, commitment, just a short happiness; Forever, just oath weaving lie. Don't think fireworks beautiful heart, stubborn can be infinite eyes will tell you, that's just gorgeous instantly. Only abandon better once, go along his ideal, will find happiness is in a dream ends. luxury coach luggage

However, The Times make us too much habit, so we become blundering up. Days, or the sky; Land, or that block the earth, but our soul has already been era erosion, decay. Forget the pen write with joy, forget the watch time gratified, forgot to meet a passionate paper books, it all seems to ecstasy of death has been pushing the edge of the era. "Pal" maybe just belongs to what was once the a name, and "netizens" is no words don't talk about all the eyes close friends; The memory of childhood will also is a treasure, a friendship is no longer reproduce, but now, perhaps the best play companion is the age of the product - all kinds of high-tech toys; Once took kite string, the in the mind is more of accomplishment, because the root emaciated fine online leash is not only a kite, still carrying his own work achievement, and it seems these once good has been changed, perhaps this is a kind of inevitable, era inevitable. Perhaps should follow times go, forget once.

Behind all the wonderful phenomenon there where some unsatisfactory, sometimes ask these so-called good, what is the progress of the society, or age sad? And it seems you I only blame the sheep, life continue, we and everything according to their unique state also exist, life, who also won't change things, who also have no right to change anything. Of course, this time we still can show happy expression, and because we have been assimilation, been accustomed to such so-called ideal life. We must love the era, whether heartfelt love, or a false love. We are the masters, but often times by the time the game, we have forgotten once.

Eve, deeper, more static the cold air is an gentle sadness, already not past. Turn off the lights, jump into bed, eating apples, throw away yesterday, expect this spring dawn. Perhaps tomorrow will be sunny, might downpour, but that after all only belong to tomorrow. mens coach luggage