it has left us

y6zm6299 · Wysłany: Pią 11:39, 25 Mar 2011 Temat postu: it has left us

youth what is it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Youth is a wounded rabbit, we have no time to be concerned, it has left us!

youth is the passage of the river,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a light wave and current never stop youth belonging to you and I really can not place you!

years of silence, to savor the taste of youth across the years, bit by bit. Young with a youth record book marks - may be a beautiful, a picture of confusion is a song about youth!

midnight, I was this meaningful day, accompanied by waves of midnight on the days of youth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

I seemed to feel the breath of his youth! I do not know how much the period of youth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], perhaps my youth only a tail, so I just remember my youth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], those years have been to find a place, and I have young children placed in the ground!

still remember the > dream-like reverie

before you and I

waved his hand to the mouth of a

Goodbye Alice laughed

a move to step foot before the

former juvenile

ah ~ echo

look to the sky to see years of frivolous

ah ~ years frivolous

windy day flow sprinkle heart fluttering unrestrained

rain clouds clear up the cloud

the cloud point of a trip

youth burning the midnight oil stray

youth do not look back

do not remember not to answer

not Look Back

not recall any case do not look back

ah ~ the sky's response

look to see years of frivolous

ah ~ years frivolous

windy day shed fluttering heart unrestrained

rain clouds clear

up cloud cloud point of a trip

homeless youth

night burning the midnight oil does not look back

youth do not remember not to answer

not Look Back

not recall can not go head

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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?