Forum o zespole NIRVANA....o Grunge

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- text / seven strangers worry

do not know how many people have heard of this story: Suge La ask Shakespeare, Shakespeare, and why I never heard you talk about your hometown Stanford German town? Shakespeare said, because I'm afraid I said after the town of Stamford Stamford is not my town was.
Thus, the river cold, I never mentioned to anyone of your existence. Including the sister and me as like that. Until much later, no one knows, my world appeared your face. But, the river cold, you will eventually do not belong to me. You will eventually put another woman in his arms and write the well-being.
the falling night, aroma Street, a few faint shadows quiver. Out of the window was talking guitar, ethereal guitar sound, and his master as the lonely. Open the window, watching the boys downstairs talking guitars, lights pull his shadow really, really long, lonely and desolate. As you did, Guzi to play the guitar [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], an other-worldly air look. Gv, sketch pen letters a year is still new as ever, like my love, had to bear as is so mottled mess.
a year ago, you left me last novel. Never thought would pick up a pen. Never thought of as the year you will leave the same. But, the river cold, how to play the guitar for a boy's face became so describes you? So vivid, as you stand in front of me in general. I painted this amazing work is amazing, or the feeling you Mo Yang engraved in my mind too?
It is said that Chengdu is a warm city. I was cold even in the heart of the city end of the ice [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and then into the water, gathered in the eyes, but always draw off the high.
two years ago, the depths of winter [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], snow, snow one after another, were numerous, falling earth, crushed, gone. I stubbornly believe that every one is a sad spirit. I like the atmosphere has the feeling of sadness. So, carrying my drawing board walk in the snow, the depression in the guitar sounded a secluded corner building. Jay rain rendered the next night full of loneliness in this snow-covered world. I am marching snow, diagonal the drawing board, tracks the sound went over.
melancholy guitar, slender white fingers, Xiao-long hair. Snow [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the clamped face down on a drop of tears yet, the moment of the flash freeze in my drawing board. Pick up the sketch pen, I got that moment of depression. In this way, the river cold, I put on our meeting with a sum of poetry. That afternoon, I received a photograph of drawing up and installed a box. At that time, I simply think that this way we can circle around you, stay in my world.
I said, I like drawing, always find it in this dismal season of inspiration. You say you like the guitar, she can always hear the feelings of the local spectrum.
Thus, the cold river, and we became friends. You like to play guitar in her foot building, but I still have not seen her there before. I like to play the guitar when you sketch your face, but you never did give me smile.
you that you have done something wrong, need to seek understanding. Unfortunately, you do not know, I was wrong, but can not return to head.
we so accustomed to this life. Two on the vine like a dog's tail grass. But, this vine is that you never forget her. So, I know. Between us, one day is destroyed. But, if love is the drug, the river cold, I'd get to drink.
day to day by day it came. Sometimes also, I would imagine, we are so old the. So, we can not state a lifetime away from the injury. But will eventually be a day, a dog's tail grass on the vine will be separated.
not seen her before, thought about a lot of versions. Thought she would not appear, we'd just get old. Thought she left, we got so far. Thought of her back, but you give up. But, the dream is very beautiful, very difficult process, the outcome is very cruel.
she eventually forgave you. Liang Qiu, a magnificent sunset good evening. She finally you my tears under the emotional bits and played back. Wearing a white dress. Princess-like existence. At that moment, I see the gap between us. It turned out that the so-called fairy tale, after all, have burst one day. It turned out that the so-called broken heart, is able to hear the sound.
sunset hanging in the sky that day, refused to slow to drop. So. I ran out of life, courage. Short sketch of that painting sad Nama under the warmth of the season. Nib, filled with a whole lot of happiness Nama screen.
then you say, you have to leave to go the distance. But, the river cold, my heart fell on you that, you have not had time to still me.
then you say, thank you I have been in the company. But, the river cold, we were a dog's tail grass, a vine on the end of the stranger grass.
then you say, I hope my paintings can progress. But, the river cold, you left me doing all had, after all, can not draw anything else.
then you say, we are lifetime friends. But, the river cold, I was a greedy child, I do not like strange friends.
just that, the river cold, these, you do not know. But, the river fell in love with the dog's tail not the cold grass.