Still warm
------ Dark, and a heavy heart to bow their heads, it was found the water was full of flickering starlight
They said: The world's sad more people than happy people may be more often we find that sadly will be addictive.
Accustomed to listening to the song quietly, quietly in Jianpanshangqiao's own feelings, suddenly found that those who are not writing music is amazing how those inside can not say touched, it seems that instead of all the beautiful ... ...
This May, the memory but could not bear not to touch the popular torture. A person they want to do crazy things and then let their own special void in the case of special enrich yourself in the sad case of special special wanted to leave, in their own special circumstances continued to evade their own special happy.
Life is very dramatic, but many things have already predestined, Bugs always believe so.
May have had those memories, which have allowed the tears stained the fuzzy. The last to leave are just the first song in a blank, along with is to tell his own grown up, their own thing their own that have clearly than anyone else, do not miss those days, than a lot of treasure that period of time time, people are always contradictions forward, War of people vary, but the evenings they were the only coincidentally ... ...
Those who struggle day in May where it is itself a long time are brought back in full, a person who remained at the school every corner of the time, but it is still a lot of things in the invisible accompanied by ... ...
Ready to turn when they saw him so sad, discovery, or she had been wrong. Happiness never far away from themselves, but their escape so that sunlight does not come in, do not care about their own thought, it is so tiny. After then, will know that in the Bugs side, will always be one person, accompanied cry Peizhao Xiao, accompanied wait ... ...
Those sad days, the friends who cared about Bug's Life, you know: Our hearts have a wall, open the can see heaven
Bugs of the heart, will take a good walk down with you
In May, infected with the dust, waiting for the baptism of a storm
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Bugs of the heart, still warm
