Fireworks in Montreal

Fireworks in Montreal
Lights the night, the wind alone posture broken out a long shadow. Wind, dust and splashes, dream flies; years in the face of increasingly blurred as the ink of the night.

That year, Maple fiery, as sunset Canhong Nishiyama. Hantan know autumn, Liu Di born cool; clouds a different, separate bear who is not who, but the indulgence of a return. We have wandering too, have had wandering footprints settled when they found too many already flies fleeting. When Looking back, do not know that never faded yesterday, is not it can be called forever, but perhaps we quest that curtain highest power, but that is only a rumor.

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Expectations had been facing the sky for a long time, but every time my years still indifferent waiting. Passing shadow piece, peek Looking back, I am convinced that the encounter is not just a strange encounter. If fleeting dream, past Cantabile. Watching too much scenery, I owed Love. If you love poetry, eyebrow painting, love like a net, woven of thousands knot. Fleeting at the end, I only guarding a city.

Love was born, the completion date of injury. Read the study, between encounter resentment resentment, parting. A memo Red pen grip from injury park injuries.

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Like the cool autumn leaves fluttering like that season, falling sky, just like you and me to leave, to give you gentle Allure, dyed me Half of the displaced. Quietly leave your world, gradually you stranded. Like the flying of falling, such as silk Ru Xu, Living, hand touching moment of gentle breeze, and the light fingertip touch, a touch of the wind anymore.

Fireworks in Montreal that year, I planted a pool of moonlight in the heart, let the wind quietly stay in the dream of the shoulders, the earthly vanity carefully filtered, stood quietly in the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, for you to cook a pot of warm wine, with a thin cold autumn baking. You ask me; we Past practice enough, or take life too hasty, forgot to drift in the wind gather oath that we missed this life again? I say; not the last generation to practice enough, nor is it that we forgot to gather life drift oath, but each other's debt; past life I owe you my life to pay off, and doomed in this life only pass.

Life is like a drama, everyone with their own well-prepared mask on stage, and how to get through the next guess mask hides a sinking heart. Dead of night,

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Looking at the horizon of the little star, bonds such as Fei Xu, Kate off that field empty love, lost in the vast darkness inside the window, like a gorgeous fireworks in the air, broken Montreal desolation.

Blooming time between walking and lost, I chose to take it lightly, stand on the shore of time, watching moonlight, guarding the cool, do not care about the cycle of the seasons, filled the sky. Separated by night, will cover co-mind thoughts outside the door, into the years of high mountains. Red walked, never expect to leave the name and surname, heart, such as the horizon, we see everything passing scenery, do not care about anyone who's traveled the corner, who has who's life. Heart to stay more than white, not ask a dream paradise, do not sigh things change, the old ferry, still watching the sunset haze.

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