From the modern canvas art
Looked out the window a dismal canvas arts, flocculant disorderly
thoughts slowly frames in your mind the memory... Recall ever we
together madness under art prints on canvas, write the carefree young
face. That year, is our youth!
Looking back, turn up the life has been yellowing of the previous
page, remember to have a group of people, they are stupid, silly,
pure; They're cute is very bad, but it is bad, they use their
individuality chapter wrote a lot in the past. That group of people,
whether in your heart can occasionally recall that a wisp of memory,
remember once we walk through together of waste time, composed of
young track together, your mouth will be slightly raises up, even if
the rise the radian of mixed with a little laugh at, also evoke a few
rounds in transparent ripples.
Now, the reality seems to be broken in the dream in our heart already
a long time, and we have dispersed in various nameless city, walk the
walk, scattered scattered, like many passing rubbing shoulders with
each other, each other. A person walking in the empty streets, behind
only the figure in the accompanying,... Only it witness to me at this
time of lonely, don't know, whether you like me, now is lonely
helpless in a certain corner of the city, unleashing a sad and
helpless at this time.
Maybe you have found another way, what does not know, you and who to
replace the role of, remember that year, the school, the classroom,
the playground, the mountain slope. The road, that...... . There are
we, intentionally or not, the footprints of splash down, we have in
hand the season time. We have under the big tree together chat say
ground, beside the pool water fell sad together. Escape in the
wilderness along with parental rebuke. Together with together,
forget, will dream deep in the flower season.
Memory is our prophet, always, when we want to tell us what was. Once
we were small, carrying the yellow. But at that moment that we know
will grow old, once we were small, can only sing a song, but at the
moment we know took down won't forget. Once we were small, only a
candy as a gift, but the moment we know time will remember this will
be the most precious blessing. Memory is messy, the picture about
once get fragmented, we want to serious spell, spell well can be a
good cry, tell us once so beautiful, so transparent. When the curtain
hazy images flash across, I saw one is grown up children, when memory
write: another year, grow up. Is for the sake of what?
Growth is always the main body of contradictions, often in hesitation
and look forward to confusion, clip on secular one-way street, can't
forward or backward. But we are still in continuous use can walk in
the forefront. With us in addition to memories and surprise, in
addition to family and love, in addition to the pop art canvas prints
and there are many lovely traveler. We are not alone, because there
are a lot of people have been witness to our sadness and happiness
along the way.
Remember, this article gave me a childhood pop art canvas prints, may
she 24 years old happy birthday, health and happiness. Also let it
witness we used to be so perfect, so pure.
Looked out the window a dismal canvas arts, flocculant disorderly
thoughts slowly frames in your mind the memory... Recall ever we
together madness under art prints on canvas, write the carefree young
face. That year, is our youth!
Looking back, turn up the life has been yellowing of the previous
page, remember to have a group of people, they are stupid, silly,
pure; They're cute is very bad, but it is bad, they use their
individuality chapter wrote a lot in the past. That group of people,
whether in your heart can occasionally recall that a wisp of memory,
remember once we walk through together of waste time, composed of
young track together, your mouth will be slightly raises up, even if
the rise the radian of mixed with a little laugh at, also evoke a few
rounds in transparent ripples.
Now, the reality seems to be broken in the dream in our heart already
a long time, and we have dispersed in various nameless city, walk the
walk, scattered scattered, like many passing rubbing shoulders with
each other, each other. A person walking in the empty streets, behind
only the figure in the accompanying,... Only it witness to me at this
time of lonely, don't know, whether you like me, now is lonely
helpless in a certain corner of the city, unleashing a sad and
helpless at this time.
Maybe you have found another way, what does not know, you and who to
replace the role of, remember that year, the school, the classroom,
the playground, the mountain slope. The road, that...... . There are
we, intentionally or not, the footprints of splash down, we have in
hand the season time. We have under the big tree together chat say
ground, beside the pool water fell sad together. Escape in the
wilderness along with parental rebuke. Together with together,
forget, will dream deep in the flower season.
Memory is our prophet, always, when we want to tell us what was. Once
we were small, carrying the yellow. But at that moment that we know
will grow old, once we were small, can only sing a song, but at the
moment we know took down won't forget. Once we were small, only a
candy as a gift, but the moment we know time will remember this will
be the most precious blessing. Memory is messy, the picture about
once get fragmented, we want to serious spell, spell well can be a
good cry, tell us once so beautiful, so transparent. When the curtain
hazy images flash across, I saw one is grown up children, when memory
write: another year, grow up. Is for the sake of what?
Growth is always the main body of contradictions, often in hesitation
and look forward to confusion, clip on secular one-way street, can't
forward or backward. But we are still in continuous use can walk in
the forefront. With us in addition to memories and surprise, in
addition to family and love, in addition to the pop art canvas prints
and there are many lovely traveler. We are not alone, because there
are a lot of people have been witness to our sadness and happiness
along the way.
Remember, this article gave me a childhood pop art canvas prints, may
she 24 years old happy birthday, health and happiness. Also let it
witness we used to be so perfect, so pure.