Like a predestined arrangement in the underworld, by whom it was waiting, by whom it was forgotten, ignored by the kind you, but picked up by the scavenging me. Open the palm of your hand, listen to the ear is still familiar with the sound of the greeting, are you okay? I'm fine. Too many fragments were isolated, and in the end only such an indescribable aftertaste remained, coiling in the heart, coalescing in the eyes, and slowly flowing through every vein. Quietly growing into unformed blessings in the soul.
You do not speak to hold my hand, in the silence for me to pass the power of friendship. Firm eyes. It is the stubbornness of hitting the south wall and not turning back. You open the heart ......
Now, time is no longer, things have changed, things are not the same, simple we lost the race with time. Who was the first to let go of the hand, who was the first to turn around? All in the long memory, into a deliberately hidden lost notes, thoughts gradually defeated, and ultimately we forget is together and good code.
Want to share the romance with you shoulder to shoulder head to head, in the end but only, fragile tears. In the surface dry, pairs of glass broken, can never become a crippled beauty, "not two people together is not" you once told me so sure, so that I in the season of the wilting flowers, but also obsessively looking for the figure of your past, the heart of a thousand thousand in the way. Want to tell you my attachment, tidal surge, in the heart over and over again friction, and then a wave over a wave, a wave over a wave, it is not easy to get to the edge of the mouth, but still became a cascade of cowardice, or into a voiceless invalid letter.
Time flows almost harshly, so that I have not yet had time to make a difference, reunited with you, you with a smile so bright that I am familiar with, like before, slowly walked by, just... memories smashed down heavily, accompanied by your crisp laughter. One scene plays out, then burns silently, turning into faceless ashes. There is a deep hollow in my heart. Rising slowly with loss and remorse until it floods the embankment, only to realize that it is the tears sliding quietly down and that you have long since collapsed.
Do you hear me, in my heart can bless you and give you care, to this place is already the limit.
Do you hear. In my heart, in order to let go, and to release, is calling you like this.
"Are you okay?" Is a magic spell is divination, is a garden, is a castle, you and I do not need to know, will cry, will be bewildered, will be lost, will be heartbroken, all of these you do not have to worry about, I'm just standing here, for you to pray, pray. For you, will hands synthesize the shape of the cross petal, hold to the ear, listen with all your heart, no matter whether you know, you will certainly hear.
After three thousand tireless springs and autumns, it yet holds my thoughts.
Time is lost like water. But on many a dreary night, the laughter and gloom of that time. The busyness and indulgence of that time are written with the beauty of innocence.
For me, it is like a young once did a pure white dream, in slowly growing up, but found it always difficult to continue, gradually found it compared to the reality of the distortion at the same time, and only slowly more profound taste out of the preciousness of it. Only slowly sighed it in the life quietly walked through to the infinite lack of people left behind, only slowly really read this dream. They are in the increasingly lonely heart of the garden is full of dust, disappointed to turn back, only as if it were a world away to find that this dream has been far away from me, and you are also far away from me.
Listening to the echoing sound of the chest. I'd like to say goodbye to the heavy poems in the backpack, goodbye to the wind and flowers on the way here, and goodbye to the gathering and separation of the final picture.
A smile, heart broken without trace, inadvertently walked through a curved section of the road, and back to the starting point, everything is so beautiful, everything seems to be no trace. Do not want to look at the past. I don't want to look at the past. I don't want to grieve for the past...
Have to know how to cherish
There is a song, how to listen to can't get tired of listening to it, as if there are some people, no matter how busy it will not be forgotten. I can clearly remember the beginning of the acquaintance, always remember a long time ago smile, feeling that is how a kind of happiness ......
Once thought, without your days everything will become empty. Later, slowly accustomed to the shadow of no you still live calm and indifferent. Just, you in the corner of my heart never left. Every day to their own schedule full, but it is in such busy and tired time, the dream will still have your breath, no need to deliberately, everything is so natural. Every time I wake up, I always tell myself habitually in my mind: last night I dreamed of you.
It is very much like listening to the song "Let go if you are not in love" alone, lingering in the slightly sad melody. I also remember an article written on: the memory of the years are artificial, want to give up, the heart delayed. Then, every time I meet you in my dreams, is it also deliberate? I can say with certainty: no! Never deliberately to forget, nor choose to fade away, not to mention efforts to imprint, all in the natural course of the stretch "your eyes your tears your beauty, sad night like that strong coffee. My dream, my love, my sadness, my dear one, how I want to keep you company for the rest of my life. Too concerned about the harvest will lose that beauty, even if you keep going after, life is not perfect ...... "often we always spare no effort to pursue that a long time, always try to keep that a result, but I do not know the days of the old days when the land is deserted, the world where there is no change of love? But I don't know if I've ever had beauty, then I don't have to force any results. Flowers fall to have flowers bloom, have scattered to have gathered, if there is no regret, and how to be ecstatic? If you don't have that helplessness, how do you know how to cherish? Separation, if we can hold hands with each other to say goodbye, and why must stay together to repeat that many trivial years? Separation, if we can easily wave hands, and why needlessly to look for the old oath of eternal love? The flowers will bloom again tomorrow; the meteor will pass away, and the good wishes will still be in the heart. So all the days are easy, so all the weight are sweet, so, will not regret, regret and regret; so, will not regret and regret; so, the past has become memories, so today have no longer helpless.
What you have, you will never lose, and will always be in your memory. Not get, and no need to pursue. It is your, sooner or later is your, not your, will never belong to you. As long as not for a long time and agonize. There is no need to regret for the loss of ......
"The east has passed away, Sangyu is not late". Everything will pass, whether it was once secluded, or the noise of the past, whether it was once carved in stone, or the occasional smile of the past. When time washes away the present, it actually washes away the past. Let once the joys and sorrows disappeared in the river of years. Life is sometimes straight must have, life is not the time to force, is a friend will be friends, no matter how much diaphragm there has been, is a stranger will eventually be a stranger, no matter how much suffering and **** moment. Getting together is just a chance, away from each other is inevitable; meet is a song, away from each other is a cup of wine, good wine will be brewed more and more fragrant.
Life is like this, the most precious is not what you can not get and has been lost, but once and now have. Hopefully, we can always maintain a crystal clear heart, a trace of water such as wine memories, a wisp of poetry into the dream of feelings, a wind and snow **** dance good mood it! Always remember that as long as there is sunshine in the heart, and then the cloudy weather will also see the beauty of the colorful!