ther color of our life

Our life in time and space, the composition of the travel, dark, dazzling sad, laughing, carrying the story of how much belong to youth, covered with many belong to the time's dust. Dreams, we smile, sad cry, chase, through the hutong alleyways, figure had neither voice galley chappaqua. The grass, woods, the playground, pond, streams, always can see us light figure, always can hear we sow the a laugh. The dream, who bike through the campus, the dream, who birchwoods lay YiYeYe notebook agitators, dreams, we wore black and white uniforms, dozen campus corner, remember quickly shuttle secretly see themselves like of girl, remember a lot of thinking would say and dare not say words!herve leger single strap bandage gray dress

The dream, the taste of the story, light, pure white, green green astringent salty. But the story is ultimately story, youth to it, but to lay a deep imprint log abandoned. Every runaway season in the songs in youth so far away. We only in the trace of life. In the crawl crawling

Remember high school of time, I in poor health. Those years are like that, youth is the muddled come into dusky, I sketch in dad's accompanying down blood urinalysis, check this check that. In the mother's begged drink below mouthful hate under intolerable bitter medicine. Often a person is lying in bed thinking, often a man holding a night quietly tears. In fact, I am weak, then the whole youth to the decadence of the word. I treason, don't do their homework, truancy, Internet bar, these are my biggest catharsis and recreation. Youth so at the sight of a day to kill.