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text / flowers, who sorrow.

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once, he felt at sunset, moving a chair, a cup of tea, listening to a classical songs, busy watching the sunset [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let the cloud Volume Yunshu, quietly enjoying the feeling of the sun across from the fingertips ... ... This is a wonderful thing. He has been longing for such a life, has been in the pursuit.

but he is now relegated to the days of dark, cold autumn night, chilling wind and rain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], relying on the cold walls [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as appropriate, a cup of bitter, alone, played a sad poetry. Hurt to see yellow leaves falling, chilly tour stray dying, grief-filled smoke as poignant in the fingers ... ... sultry. And who aspire to live contrary, gradually away. A life of leisure is a luxury for him, only a distance, but not Xie Wan.

balcony basin of unknown plants, flowers wither in this season, do not actually facing the autumn grain Haner proudly in full bloom. That one looked at constantly swaying in the autumn flowers, and he smiles, so helpless. He was laughing himself, he did not laugh the flower is so strong, not as the flower that has always insisted his longing, laughing their decadence. Gloomy autumn

it seems so lonely, lonely howling autumn it seems weak. He went to the balcony, careful to impeach the pots back to the room, he bear to see the flowers perianth storm destroyed because he did not flower spirit.

his weakness against the wall, not because of physical fatigue, but simply looking for a place to rely on, let his heart break [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], even the cold wall.

he was thinking, should again chase, or continue to sink ... ...