It is destiny, the palm of the messy lines sketched out a line engraved into a look back when haunting the heart of the several love and hate.
That year, the rains fell on the boring county, we walked in the shadow of this small city, let the mercurial raindrops to drive away the centrifugal pain in our heart drop by drop. Don't think about how the bitter cold wind is wantonly escaping to tease you and me trivial dusty thoughts, are not indifferent. Because the cozy scenery is not due to the relentless cold wind and change our leisurely pace. In the sky at the time of curtain fall, we prostrate in the twilight amiably drooping night, trying to drive away the inner heat with the charming scenery, although the moment shall not quietly subside, like the golden moonlight over the county can not punch out the gap of the dark clouds stacked up. But the talented you will be touching the scene to write a floating poem to embellish the silence of the night. This pen and paintings outlined the rhyme of God from your white fingers floating down:
Silent night double shadow *** hovering, wandering in the mud thick shadow followed. The soughing breeze gently brushes the dimples, the spring is full of open face. All around the quiet and empty, only charming scenery with. So far, in the moonlight, I've been talking about the dome of the sky. I look up and see birds striking the sky, either floating or sinking into the night. Looking down on the fading flowers, or floating or gone out of the eyes. To look up and down to see the foreign objects, as if the present day for a moment. So cherish each other's good relationship, leaving traces in a thousand years. Witnessed this seemingly simple, in fact, the intricacies of the words, I wrongly feel that I may not have a sense of heartbeat, but I do not know that it is precisely from the depths of your heart from the bottom of your heart contains the rich love rendering the emotions, touching, tearful. Since then, I often ask the dome of the sky, is it the will of God or destiny. Inadvertently linked our hearts together. Buddha: 500 years in a previous life for this life to rub shoulders. If that's true, I'm sure it's the misplacement of time that makes us walk side by side in this life, leaving a circle of light blue memories. Because of the good fortune, we are destined to be in this life. And we've been thinking about each other a little more. You took my hand to the sky and said: wind, regardless of the sea, regardless of the end of the world can not change each other's complexes. From now on, I find myself more attached to a.... So that I am often used to leaning alone on the windowsill, the hand of a ray of sunshine, put into the pages of my life chapter, to light up your future. I hope that this can be more to portray the friendship of the best. As I have always believed that friendship is a spring butterfly, waiting for you to pass by, and you dance in nature. Friendship is the summer breeze, waiting for your enthusiasm, in a sea of people meet you, not by chance but by fate. Friendship is the autumn rain, waiting for you to bloom fruit, with a strong sweet; friendship is the winter sun, waiting for the cold you, radiate light, bring you a touch of warmth. When you read this emotional confession with an overflowing heart and a smile, I seem to see that you seemed to have a kind of sourness hidden in the heart of the unspeakable. After a few seconds to speak out, it is unexpected that this slightly deep tone of voice since it broke the silence of the night in the past. And the sadness I had to face you with a negative mindset repeatedly mentioned the words and make a tearless expression. Your squirming eyes seem to want to let you stay pious voice of the heart. But the reality is that you have too much helplessness, unwavering heart and beliefs make you choose to go against all odds and set out on a journey to find what you have been dreaming of for many years. Only then did I realize that no matter how deep our love, smile how true to the end of all with the fate of the passing of no one can stop for a long time.
For you to send off the day, the sky is still heavy rain. Wind, still whimpering. The difference is that the relentless tears are always uncontrollable out of their sockets, sprinkled with the wind on this lonely trail, a drop, a hundred million drops, but also drops do not penetrate the dust and leaves left on the road. However, the tears of affectionate noise out of the white foam, have my pain when the accumulation. And at this point, you are a smile to me, said: wind, please forgive me for not keeping my promise, I know I suddenly made such a decision on your blow is not trivial, but the reality is cruel and merciless, I hope you can understand my pain. The words just fell, I struggled, did not resist, you are still gorgeous with the last trace of a smile to send your pure and friendly as the best wishes to me before leaving. Looking at you in the twilight of the gradually moving away from the pace, I can not help but sigh: come to the rain full of Xu all the way, the street shifted to the road to turn the road does not return. That lonely is the road, haggard is the heart. I've said not to be sad, so that the heart is bruised and battered. But always feel a trace of dark confusion, could it be that there is a kind of thought in the strange, people can not resist the love and a long time to stand in silence. The rush of time does not allow me to take a deeper look at her, looking at her hidden figure, the inexplicable thoughts once again come to me. Who knows that this is a far away from her sprouted a more and more intense and tangible true love with some sentimental statements came out of this: the moment of parting, can not hold the familiar hand, the cold wind blowing send, more and more drifting farther away from the footsteps. Tears crowded eyes, but always jump out, love, teach people hard to give up, carefully traced. Shadowless trajectory, sealed in the album of history, time, the essence of this best, in the life of the exposure of the defects of love． Immersed in old dream fragments, crystal flashing tears in the eyes, hurt people over and over again, over and over again, the tired body bearing the shadow of the distant past. I dare not ask again, why can not stay your love, can not bring your love, in exchange for the possession we once had. Could it be that fate, destined to our ultimate parting of the ways, or perhaps ruthless tears, sentenced us to each other's love affair.