Woman of smoking
Do not know that listen to nobody The girl without scar will not love and smoke
There is no woman injured Will not love the wound
I do not think a woman injured will love the cigarette either
The cigarette is cherishing the memory of to those beautiful details Becoming a depressed woman Posture of sitting in the winter melancholy scene smoking Always let her have a kind of sour and astringent one that can not say
I guess pain of her heart burst forth just like blue rose at this moment.
In cigarette transient all ones that feel transported and the beautiful beauty the wounded to be cried that have that simple young girl smoked a little because transient too in thing But the woman will not cry and choose the cigarette to just choose one kind beautifully definitely easily.
The love is a kind of injury But the women look for in injuring happily The cigarette is a kind of injury too But at the same time The cigarette lets women forget the injury again If The woman not smoking wipes carmine The woman that sucks is a piece of Datura metel L. The cigarette has flown away gradually The ones that can not fly away are conditions and customs and illusion
A cigarette To woman Mean something on earth Perhaps it is the summit of the lust What is perhaps say good-bye is chilly and sorrowful It is easy to be incomplete that there is no injury
Remember or forget those ones that like and person injuring it Need cigarettes
The cigarette is not a kind of physical needs The cigarette is that a kind of psychology needs
It is long Thin and thin The smoke is burnt in Qing Ying movingly finely while meaning
Like that dark blue nail A little deep A little Yong is lazy A little charming A little warm and gentle And some is fascinated by the feeling
A cigarette Like one to take leave of
Sit in the dark and orange coffee house Distributing the indifferent to fame or gain fragrance All sunshine is rounded at the side
Outside the window All people do shoe hurriedly Everybody seems to know one's own direction
Woman of smoking Heart is ice-cold like a Chinese trumpet creeper
A yellow book and a cup of black coffee and one sentence was taken back by poem of person's heartbeat in that shy young girl times at that time, understand nothing There are only dreams of light green color in life
The sound of footsteps is clear and melodious Let all sight be stopped breathing
Figure Like a cloud of fan's situation Let a lot of wind stop singing
Sound of speaking Gentle Sweet Much like a burst of spring rain So sad So clean
At that time It is a story in the book How many lovely tears are shed
But now Here but been known either Because she herself has become the personages in the story
Each woman's destiny All tragedies Because of Everything is so transient to woman
In youth Imagine that has always gone in a person's palm gradually That kind of feeling is very warm
Because of Did not understand what was old at that time Thought that was a kind of deep romance
Now Time of scar when years carve on the face mercilessly What a terrible devil it is to just find that old
Old The cigarette is at that moment about to fire
Have pressed and killed the cigarette butt Have and prop up But has found her canthus That wipes the moist one sparkling and crystal-clearly
The cigarette is being burnt silently Coffee house in the morning Do not have young married woman who wakes up like one Low to circle round light music while being low
Instead of sit in the chair It is to fall into to it would be better to say the chair
Chair of that log Like a basket of flowers Just a gray rose lies inside
Whole morning Immerse it in the tender feeling of one such chocolate One smokes connecting one
In three o'clock in the afternoon People have been more and more gradually Have moved the body slowly She wants to stand up Look There is the last cigarette in the cigarette cast Sit down again Click The match is rowed to the on and dim corner Manifest that melancholy and deep trace on the face
People's words sound Make her feel uneasy Will not finish smoking Stand up and leave away The step is very light The posture is light and like a cat