Blooming season, the child's fleeting

Hidden sunrise sunset glow, showing the effects of romantic, red virtual space. Follow the trajectory of the horizon, blurred atmosphere dissipated in the past, the child's childhood. Cross flow flowing Tisi big nose, running aground in the spring season in March, light pan-wet zebra crossing, the spin ensemble melody of songs, so we grew up.

People always want to grow slowly in tears and deceit in the know, the reality of depression sad tragedy, and slowly, after a strong knowledge of crying, forgotten after the cold. After the frankly decadent. Loneliness after the hustle and bustle, covered with a beautiful chapter in life, solo march, not over the back of the section of chapter. We often do not want children to the consequences of formal and those that tangled outcome,

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the ups and downs. Still did not have a fancy virtual reality illusion. Even if one knows better than the cruel reality of the existence of fairy tales, or believe, looking at the circumstances of idol drama will be the envy of the lucky hero. Tangle of sad seeing the pictures, sad that it is their mark.

The child's childhood, blooming through the maze of years, standing on the white spot beating ordinary colors. The eyes of the world look forward to warm, and ultimately only the clouds in the sky, turned out a gorgeous landscape. Waiting for your care, the reality bashers to witness the cruel world. The child's childhood, Ruran parallel lines of life, floated off the heart of the city, hiding in the vegetation of the most source of vibrations of struggling in the spring breeze ripples ripples, blooming season, the child's fleeting,

Seasons, twisting the wheel over time, seasonal changes, the direction of migration Pentium pointer with fleeting fleeting luxury and gas field in the twinkling of an eye you and me, never dissipated from the loss, with the exception set out the degree of residual youth, reddish eyes across the missing crystal, flashy moments disorder, inability to retain, and finally if the nightmare only false, sadly wounded soul, flower worship, opening a wound bright

Yes ah we all only children, simply want to believe in fairy tales of the existence of an already grown up but do not want to grow up children, one of the children still believe that oath, but the children had learned to deceive

We are just kids, in this blooming season, playing a child's fleeting.