Tuesday, May 31, 2011

the endless night for permeability

Don't know when, I began to like the night, in the endless night for permeability, that a central Don't know when, I gradually become obsessed with this kind of feeling, it seems to have always can let me see a bright; Don't know when, the night becomes so short...Herve Leger Strapless

Eve, frogs croak; In that night, cicadas; Night, in crickets called; Eve, the north wind whisled...
You are happy, at least you can enjoy the wonderful night, and yet I am be urged quick sleeping.
Night, never laugh, like the crow in emergency as only would call. Everybody likes sunshine and magpie, because he bring light and smiling, but people who remember those in distress and when give you some hints raven, who know the night light is the most reliable...Herve Leger Sweetheart Bandage

Eve, it's always the same, nobody likes it aloof, only frog called, cicadas laugh, make, the north wind blow of crickets, and I depend on...
Eve, so short, and so subtle...

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