There are many things that are not set in stone, and there are many people who cannot be retained.
The red color is like a dream, such as Jiangnan clouds and rain drifting down in the Tang and Song dynasties. The first time I saw the heart under the heart of joy, lotus heart in June of the West Lake bloomed. You are fluttering, white snow, like March in the ladybird fly willow; you shallow and smile, like the clouds and brocade; your voice, soft, like the sea breeze kissed the tip of the hair. At that moment of stunning, heart flag shaking, drunken fall of my life in this world of a world of love, flowers three thousand fall. The heart is like a floating cloud, weaving its own dream.
I am convinced that you are the round of white moon that I waited for thousands of years ago, through the millennium, the sea of encounters. The previous life as water memories can not be traced also, in this life, whether the sky will let you and I end a period of destiny? The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me. The floating life sigh, ask the world. You, after all, is still lightly pulling the green silk: I do not deserve you! You said as light as a feather landing, but heavily smashed my heart. The old dream of a thousand years woke up, the fairy edge scattered, the long-standing relationship is difficult to be.
The world of red things, the fate of the fate of the fate of the fate of the fate. I am powerless to use the faded ink, the figure of your surplus to stay with me, and I hold hands with the old, side by side to look at the world of wind and moon. I know that all this is just a dream that I have written in words. I can't find a place to stay in your shallow heart. Anger me in this life for the infatuation species, still waiting for you in the dream, obsessive watch a thousand years, any thoughts such as vines all over the ground entangled endlessly; by the world exhibition thousand years. Heaven and earth I can easily put down, but can not easily put down your star-like charm of the eyes, warm as fireworks smile. Close your eyes, the late night of life at once enveloped me, but you are always like an elf, dancing in front of my eyes, transformed into a rainbow. Your every move, your knitted brows smile, like the ancient mysterious contract, y engraved in my heart, so I can not forget.
A thousand hates like flowers pile up, all the sadness into armor, all the loving love can not find a stopping point. The wandering love, doomed to not be able to look at each other, the heart like a knife, tearfully asked the flower: why my heart of the surplus and deficit can not be compared with the reality of the abundance and failure, I am obsessed with the waiting just to win a deep cry?
The messy red does not speak, fly over the swing to ......
rubbing shoulders prose 2These days the temperature is very unstable, high and low, from the day before yesterday, the day has been cloudy, coupled with the attack of the cold front, the mood has become a bit depressing, in the afternoon of yesterday, God may be the mercy of those long drought small life, it, under the first 20xx years. The first snowfall of 20xx year. Originally, I am also a girl who loves snow, but since the snowstorm in 20xx, plus his departure, I can't love it anymore. However, not hate the snow, just like a person, after all, love, in your life, mind, memories, there was once he was out of the shadow.
After work, looking out the window of the rain and snow really do not want to go back "home", feel so cold! In the end, I still did not overcome their own fear of cold mood, still back to the ward, the result is that another colleague also do not want to go, as a "return to the home" of the girl, I said hello, out of the ward.
Although I was wearing a fairly warm coat, but when I went out of the hospital hall, I still shivered, I whispered "cold"! Then, against the wind and snow to continue to move forward, snowflakes fluttering, like a naughty child, constantly pouncing on me, wet my coat, suddenly, the brain is blank, perhaps to feel more of the charm of the snow it ... ... a burst of urgent siren woke me up my sleepy thoughts, and then I realized that I had been in the middle of the road, the vehicles flying past, so close! Originally, I just brushed with the car, I had to fix my mind, standing in the middle of the road waiting for the green light to come on ......
Back to the cabin, brewed a cup of coffee, perhaps because of the shock of it! I can't believe I poured the water for the coffee brewing overflowing out of the cup and all over the table. -Oh! My thoughts are in disarray ......
rubbing shoulders prose 3Singing the song sung at the time of coming: spring to go flowers are not there, the years do not wait, while young people love, quickly dating and fall in love, take out the youthful spirit, do not be afraid of love will fail. There is always a ray of hope. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. But my first love to this day has not started on the end, I should say that the first love to this day have not been from watching and listening to the campus love story: men chasing women, such as layer of sand; women chasing men, such as the mountains. Yes, the reality is also so. The original was chasing the girl, obviously the heart is also a little ambiguous to each other, but biased in the boy after the opening of the twisted should not be, so do ruthless ... ... But finally the end, the boy left. The girl fell a glorious lat layoff face to face. Why is that? I do not know.
Posed up words: even if dating, dating, they less than a month or a week, for a little bit of small things and contradictions, and finally practiced back to back. Why is this? Is it because the relationship is not solid, or was it originally just passing by or rubbing shoulders? The final answer is known by himself.
Listening to the heartbeat when we first met, it was so rhythmic, so melodic, so nice to hear, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering ... and then listen to the heartbeat now, there is no movement; and then listen to it, dead silence. Just realized that my heart has been broken!
Looking away, every time we meet, those eyes somehow? We are looking at each other. Is it that you are discharging to me, or am I discharging to one. Maybe it's each other? Have been looking, looking ... finally came to the time to charge, everything has changed. You left here and practiced Chongqing. And I, a person in the cold. I do not know who to throw the discharged electricity to. I don't know whether to be sad or happy for you. Joy is: you finally get rid of this boring lectures, get rid of the freedom of being blocked; sad: we did not say a word, and you are in my heart branded a red mark.
Looking back: I think we discharge and heartbeat is happy, I do not know if you feel it? Maybe I am too selfish or narcissistic. Always bar I said we. And yet we don't know each other and haven't said a word. You don't have any emotional injuries, and I have grown a hole in my shoulder. I have no complaints about you leaving and leaving me with a scar. Because genuinely that is how it should be.
Now I have realized: we just passed by.
The world is actually ah it is the right time to come.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
If I had let you charge earlier, maybe you would have stayed for me; if I had let you charge earlier, maybe I wouldn't have been so sad; if I had let you charge earlier, this regret would not exist.
I also understand: please don't remember after, your permanence is not belong to me, in the silent bowing of the head, a lot of words choked in the throat. Your smile, your happiness is not me.
Spring turned out to be a wonderful season, but this year seems to be a little unusual. Looking at the back garden flowers, grass, willow, the young buds, really let me ~ my discharge of the eyes is how, how began to blur up, along the corners of the mouth flow to the mouth of the liquid is so bitter.
The gray clouds in the sky scattered, but this ink-blue sky is not without sorrow.
Brush with Prose 4During class time, far away I saw your lonely figure again, I was ecstatic. I wanted to go over and say hello to you. However, when I walked up to you, I didn't know what to say. Well, it's still like that, I smiled faintly. You shyly nodded in response, again. I was a bit bummed.
I don't know if you smell that faint jasmine fragrance. That is I purposely for you, with jasmine petals will be the school uniform soaked all night, I think you must be very fond of jasmine. Otherwise, in the school magazine. How could you write such a beautiful "Ode to Jasmine"? I admire you so much, but, you know?
I would like to tell my heart out loud for you. But my girlfriends told me quietly. The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the other girls, and I'm sure they'll love you. Compared with them, I am so ordinary. I'm not sure if you'll like me, but I'm sure you'll like me, and I'm sure you'll like me. I've asked myself many times, but the answer is no. Every time we meet, I will smile at you, hoping that you can take the initiative to talk to me. However, in addition to the smile, we did not even a greeting. I think you must not have paid attention to me, so disappointing.
I always pay so close attention to you, always hope to see you at any time. Every issue of the school magazine, I am the first reader in the class. Get the publication, also the first time, find your article. I read it carefully. It turns out that you are also suffering from the pain of a secret love like me. Could that girl be me? I wish it was me. However, I know that all of this has nothing to do with me, ordinary how can I let you pay so much attention, how much this makes me disappointed.
I can always, in all parts of the campus, easily see you. But, we came face to face. Only a smile. God, how many times we have given us the opportunity, but always let us pass by. I think, maybe there is a fate, that's how it is, we must be a fate, how disappointing it is.
I heard that you are about to graduate. I drilled in the quilt, crying so sad. I made up my mind, tomorrow, must tell you. Even if you get the answer is negative, you have to tell you. Let you know that I am always around you, yes, must tell you. So that I won't have any regrets. I secretly told myself.
Your graduation ceremony, I secretly observe, so many like flowers like girls. You will be surrounded by a group of you. Although, I can see, you are very shy, but, you smile can be happy. Although, I countless told myself, be brave, tell him out loud, but, see so good you, I still give up. Fear of being rejected by you, but also afraid of even such a chance to secretly observe you, are not.
If so, I'd rather just rub shoulders and smile.
What is happiness? Happiness is to meet the you I want to meet among millions of people, among millions of years, in the endlessness of time, not a step earlier, not a step later, just happened to meet you, Rainbow!
Happiness is meeting the right person at the right time.
But happiness is a far cry from being able to reach it.
Two hearts that could have relied on each other, but because you turned away and became strangers, without a second thought at the next intersection, happiness is lost! You left deep traces in my life, so that I can not go to blame, can not go to hate. I can only silently look at the fingertips flow through the happiness, it is clear at a glance, but to hardened little by little loss of exhaustion.
The night of this city is so quiet that the heart trembles, I stand in the street corner where you can not see, quietly looking back at our once short-lived happiness, but you will be able to see my face full of pear blossoms with tears? I give you a drop of tears, you can see all the ocean in my heart?
I turned the whole world upside down just to set your reflection right.
I want to hold happiness in my hands and continue it, and I want to freeze our happiest days forever! But everything has become a gorgeous past, perhaps there will not be such a repeat, I know, you must also be sad, I do not believe that you will be so easy to say goodbye on goodbye. Then, let me call you a dear Hong Hong again!
Just, dear rainbow rainbow, one day, when you open the computer, my avatar turned gray, when your side no longer have someone to call you a fool, no longer have someone to talk nonsense to you, from time to time to listen to you, from time to time to cajole you to be happy and joyful, to tell you happy stories, insist on cooking for you to send soup, when all the lights of the world, pointing the warmth of the lamp waiting for you to return from the evening shift, dear rainbow rainbow! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get away with it, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get away with it, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get away with it, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get away with it. Although we will eventually be separated from the end of the world, but our head is still on top of the same piece of blue sky, under the foot of the same piece of green grass, but also breathing the same air, perhaps at this time, we can still find in the middle of the once happy flavor.
When one day, your life no longer have me, must not remember my existence, my traces, because I am afraid that you will also be lost, but also sad, I do not have the opportunity to accompany you to the end of happiness. Although I will blame myself, will hate myself, because I can't keep the promise to the end, I didn't walk with you to the end of the hard time, didn't wait for you to be really happy to let go of the time, I promised you will not leave you at any time. But since you chose to leave, then once the happiness, I even if the pain, but also must give up; since you chose to forget about me, I again how to hold on to, but also can only only pain to let go. Just when a person's life is accustomed to the existence of another person, I still hope that you live better than me, and hope to see you happy every day.
Vaguely remember, this quiet summer in the heart-thumping encounter, that meeting, is the destiny of the fate of the past life or accidentally a turn? The fact is, the most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of it, and you have to be able to get the best out of it, and you have to be able to get the best out of it. Then, between us, in the end, what kind of fate? We know those days, will be the most beautiful memories of my life.
Perhaps, we are not wrong; perhaps, we do not know what we will miss, or, we are missing something, perhaps young abandoned the promise, ruined the happiness.
When one day, after all kinds of twists and turns along the way, time has leveled all the wrong, when we also learned to ask why, in the face of love began to skimp, will not miss the original hot and happy? When the years teach us how to pursue and cherish the time, but, we can not love
Dear Hong Hong, my world, you once came, leaving a deep imprint!
If you can choose, please do not end this love with resentment. I want to tell you that I really cared about you, really loved you, now and forever!
That's it, rubbing shoulders with happiness! Farewell, favorite rainbow, the next life is destiny, and then be your groom.
At the moment, I am in a train, the whole carriage bustling with people, a variety of voices talking, a variety of personalities of people. Opposite me is a young couple, they sit together sweetly like all the other young couples, sweetly snuggling to watch the movie, sweetly discussing the plot played in the movie, as if this noisy compartment can't disturb them at all, they are the people immersed in the world of love, their faces overflowing with happy smiles, this laughter is not only because of the happiness of their love, but also the hope that their next generation on the In the mother's belly, ears listening to the happiness of mom and dad. It's beautiful, isn't it.
I also imagined such a picture happened to me, perhaps everyone has had such fantasies when they were young, in later life, there is a loving other half, there is a cute little baby, there is a happy happy family, there is a favorite career I have thought of one by one, want to grow a few plants in their own small home in the future, want to set up a cozy and beautiful home environment, I want my husband will be in the morning, and I want to see him in the morning. I think my husband will be gentle to me every morning to say good morning, think of my baby will not be too naughty, will ask me a lot of let me dumb 'strange and bizarre questions everything in the future, trivial, beautiful, warm.
I once met so a person, I had planned him into my future, I want to do breakfast for him every day, I want to take a walk with him every evening, I want to give him a good night kiss every night love comes too suddenly, and its departure even more quickly. I privately stored him in my world without realizing that I was not in his future.
Who said that love is like a war, who first serious, who first loved is lost. I stubbornly do not want to admit to lose to another woman, but I did not get the heart that I want to get. She is not on your side, but in your heart, she is a thorn in your throat, is your heart on the vermilion mole.
Why not let go of the bitter ties that you can't get? So, I pretended to let go, but inwardly still look forward to your retention, but, you are more than I am still spontaneous. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I still like, just can no longer let myself like, but also very sad, pain curled into a ball, but also miss, can not help but pay attention to all his dynamic news, can not help but want to send him a text message, make a phone call, but reason told me can not. I almost feel like I'm going crazy, day after day, when I want to, every minute and every second to think, tears can not bear the thoughts of this poison, as if deep into the bone marrow.
This emotional torment makes me unable to tell whether it is fondness, reluctance, unwillingness, or any other emotion. I am in pain on one side and smiling on the other; I am healing on one side and tearing the wound open again on the other. If there are after-effects, they are normal enough to prove that we exist and have existed.
I don't know if this happy little couple across from me has also experienced these breakups and breakups, whether they have also met those right and wrong people, or even if there is still someone hiding in a corner of their hearts, but of course, these are not important for them now. Love, pain, love, lost, met, rub shoulders, and then far away, perhaps goodbye, a lot of things have long been different. It is no wonder that people often say that life is only as good as the first sight.
If we see each other for the first time, may we just rub shoulders.
The things that can be remembered throughout one's life must be the things that are engraved in one's heart. I have experienced one such thing - a brush with death.
It happened in the summer of 1970. One afternoon, I was eight years old and my neighbor's six-year-old cousin and I went to the field to find food for the ducklings we kept at home - to catch frogs. Before long, the two of us were sweating profusely from the scorching sun. To escape the heat, we decided to take a bath in a water pond.
Neither of us knew water, so we could only wash in the shallow water by the ridge of the pond. When we got out of the water, we all dipped our whole bodies in the water, and were instantly comfortable. Playing to the excitement, we played a water war - pushing each other with their hands to splash water at each other. In the process of avoiding each other, I moved towards the center of the pond without realizing it. Suddenly, one of my feet failed to stand firmly, and I slipped into a deep pit. The instinct of survival made me keep paddling with both hands and stomping with both feet. Because my whole head sank into the water, water kept pouring into my mouth, and I couldn't even cry out "help". And young cousin scared quickly climbed up the pond ridge. Don't want to die, I still continue to use my legs to paddle non-stop to the edge of the pond. Maybe it's the work that pays off; maybe it's Hades that doesn't want to take me in. Rowed for a while, one of my feet actually hooked the pond mud. I use this foot hooked, the other foot also hard to paddle to the edge of the pond. After about two minutes of effort, I finally stood on the edge of the pond with both feet. I saved myself.
After getting to shore, I was angry. I was angry with my cousin for not reaching out and pulling me out when I slipped into the deep water. It was a case of seeing death to save the day. So since then, for a long time, I ignored my cousin. In fact, at that time, all he had to do was to gently pull me with his hand, and I would have been pulled ashore. But he didn't, and chose to flee the scene instead. In retrospect, I think my cousin was right to do that. He wasn't being selfish, he was being self-protective. Because he was smaller than me, he must have been less strong than me. If he did not pull me to shore but was pulled down by me, then neither of them would have survived. He was so small that he had no obligation to save me. So I would have no right to blame him.
That "brush with death", let me y realize: prevention of drowning is how important!
The friend Ying's store opened a year ago, every time she went to her store first look at the entrance to the large exhibition window, and the rest of the time always put most of the attention to this, which has become a constant habit.
Ying's store is very small, only in a corner of a wood carving workshop occupies a place, but the wood carver's works are placed all over the space. These are for my low-level vision of the beauty of all things, but also a great temptation. Some of the finished products are exquisite and vivid, some are exaggerated and unrestrained, and some are just short of the dragon's eye, not awakening the soul of the quasi-finished products, and a large number of stacked everywhere, the first inspiration of the blanks are sleeping in the most primitive state, looking forward to the master of the carving knife that transforms the bones of his own destiny to bring an early change of the pain of cutting skin and scraping the bones.
The art crowded together in the disorganized space seems to be a bit pathetic, and there are some fish trapped in the shallows of the helpless sadness, those proud souls are no longer unattainable, but because of the unpleasant situation makes it easier to feel good. In such a pile of haphazardly stacked artwork, I can be said to be in love at first sight with the "Pottery Woman", until the end is also a favorite. That is a taller than me some of the tan wood carving works, perhaps the carving master's inspiration is also from the famous painting "hold pottery woman" it: a block of long hardwood along the natural grain all the way deep carving shallow carving, light cut thin faceted and polished into a slender posture, shoulders holding a pot of quiet young girl, the delicate and smooth lines of the blossom of the flowering of the season of youth, that delicate and vivid face so that the brown skin The delicate and vivid face of the brown skin has a bright and colorful feeling, the sunlight outside the window in the pottery woman's smooth body folded out a faint five-color halo, the woman is like a life, the surrounding air are flowing with a bright breath ...... Sometimes I can't understand, that simple can't be any more simple outlines why it will lead me to be so intoxicated, perhaps it is the simplicity of her touch my heart about the beauty of the most minimalist. I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm sure I've seen it before, and I'm sure I've seen it before.
I've looked at her countless times, and I've said to her that I'd like to take her home when I get a chance. And Ying always smiled disdainfully, may be she lives in this kind of art surrounded by the long aesthetic fatigue, and not as obsessive as I love this pottery girl, or maybe she took my words as a fool's dream. In fact, I have never really thought from the heart when to take her home, although this does not affect my love for her, and not I have no intention of swearing nonsense, but that plan is so far away that I myself do not dare to think of when the day will be realized, because I have not been so large ping of the house, so loose and elegant environment to place the soul of this holy and simple, the illusion that she should be standing in the floor-to-ceiling windows quiet Looking out of the garden lawn and pool, can not let her all day with the computer TV refrigerator, and those who grow on the window sill free and loose, bloom unforgiving flowers and plants to compete for space. The price of her inexpensive also let me stop, that has exceeded the current I can afford the bottom line of luxury, middle-aged climbing husband all the everything is pressed in the cause, every day of the day have to be my meticulous over, and how can I bear to disregard my husband and son to meet their own so extravagant desire it, I am not a little girl to sell matches, can not be burned out of all the matches.
Fortunately, she has been safe and sound standing in front of the window of the British waiting for my visit. Has been the love of this pottery girl let me contradictory to have a hidden pain: I look forward to she has been so quiet there waiting for me, on the other hand, but also do not want to let her quiet beauty no one appreciated, immersed in the lonely valley can not find a soulmate. In such a contradiction I suffer from the heart, dominated by the wandering eyes, continued to visit or hard or sparse.
And today when I entered the door my eyes lost, has been bothering me the end finally came, eager eyes can not find the old days that can make the mood quiet serene figure, she is not! She is greatly without a place where she can be collected. She is gone! Once gone it is hard to return! Her life would be forever young, but she would not walk, there would be no chance of an unexpected reunion in the lights, I had lost her forever, and a sound of shattering glass resounded from a heart that had been apprehensive for months. Standing for a long time to ask out loud Ying, Ying said it was Jixi city people buy to go, the heart can not stop the burst of sadness, and keep consoling themselves, can be someone to spend the price I can not accept to carry her home, must also be very much in love with her, and will also be a person who can give her a good environment of space, so it is better than in a pile of dust in the aggrieved, better than in the embarrassment of the space can not even breathe freely to converge!
On the Tao female reluctant to part with represents a kind of emotion, can not have the beauty of the heart will always make the hidden pain, in fact, we only need to remember to meet the beauty of the moment, in the memory of the beautiful forever to keep that part, will be worthy of a beautiful life. The scenery outside the car window flashes past is always very beautiful, because of its transience, it can not have, but also because of its flow of the broad; hastily passing dream is always very beautiful, the same is because that is the reality of the inability to realize and desperately want to achieve the desire; and a lot of people from our life hastily passed, always in a certain moment to give us infinite good feelings and memories, however, the beauty of these we are unable to retain. One by one to retain, late at night under the lamp combing carefully, my life has been how many beautiful quietly come and go, even if it is unable to retain should not be grudging, do not have those beautiful real, is not the same as can not have about those beautiful memories.
Many people regret that those beautiful short and can not have, and I always believe that one side of the edge is also a kind of edge, with a four-eyed relative moment is better than a lifetime of rare to see, like the wood carving ceramic woman although I can not have, but I have seen that beautiful fragment will always be in my memory; rubbing shoulders is also a kind of edge, brushing the shoulders of the breeze quietly look back, and that the lamp will always have a beautiful moment to make my heart sing. The beauty of the moment, like a dream, stays in the time and space of the encounter never change.
For all the beautiful from my life I will be sorry, but also grateful, thank God to let me meet with these beautiful, thank these beautiful left me indelible, can enjoy a lifetime of traces.
The whole life of the road, walking through, encountered, do not know in which station, who has become a guest of whom.
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The word "passerby" seems to carry a bit of sadness and helplessness. No one wants to be a guest, but we always inadvertently played the role of a guest, on the way to meet each other, accidentally became a passer-by in a hurry. It is only that we have not wanted to recognize it, do not want to recognize, so we are just passing through.
Life on the road at every station of every day every second, there will always be a group of people and we rub shoulders. Life is like a rushing train, we are the passengers on it, the window constantly refreshing the different scenery is just a beautiful encounter or encounter. And the vastness of the world, we do not seem to be in the world of the vicissitudes of the sea of passers-by.
Buddha once said: "Three hundred times in the past life to look back in exchange for this life of a rubbing." The road to the end of the world with each other, but also often just strangers and passed. Fate gathered and dispersed, so simple, leaving no trace. Those who are destined to pass by are always in such a hurry to come and go in your world and mine, just a rubbing shoulders, will be enough to let a person at hand the end of the world.
Memory, some people, came and went, some people, gone will no longer come. Our world has too many memories that have not yet been registered, and those people and things that flash past are always erased without notice, and never seem to be remembered. There is a part of the people, they enter our life without warning, set off a wave of the past, leaving a bitter and sweet memories, and then strangers to the end of the world. There is also a part of the people, like the blip, although the rush, but left an eternal memory, even if it left far away, but still stay in the heart, fragrance lingering, into the heart has been stationed in the passer-by.
Birds of prey often migrate, it is always only in the world of "passers-by" two words. Winter and spring, not sad, not happy, put down, light as if self-contained. This is also a kind of transcendent realm. In this world of people coming and going, perhaps, sometimes just be a passer-by is not a bad thing. Because this can at least let a person can afford to put down, and then start a new life.
Along the way, we don't know how many times we have said "goodbye". The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation. Perhaps, the scattered should let it become the past, stayed in the should be cherished.
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected in the center of your wave.
You don't have to be surprised,
and you don't have to rejoice,
and you will be wiped out in a flash,
you and I met on the sea of night,
you have yours,
and I have mine,
direction,
it's good for you to remember,
and better still, you should forget,
and we can be together again in a world where the world is not the same. The light that shines on each other at the rendezvous ......
You remember or not
Better you forget,
At this rendezvous the light that shines on each other by chance.
On the road of life, we have to experience how many times the chance meeting, and each other in a hurry to rub shoulders? And who will go to witness, those fading beauty, those lost love, those engraved in the deepest soul of each person, become the history of eternal memory?
Just, I am your chance, but you are my inevitable ....
Unfortunately, all of this has been ..........
Gone with the wind ....