Those years, once love. In this white snow falling night, looking at the falling snowflakes, the heart is also sad. "Always sad with your sadness, happy with your happiness." The wrong start, the process of pain and happiness, a speechless ending, make up this love affair between you and me, knowing that it is the wrong start, but still let it happen. I know that I should give up but I can't give up, I know that I can only reap the harvest in the end, but I am in this virtual world of bitterness and joy, and I love as I please, I hurt, I laugh, I cry, I share, I merge, I am sad, I am resentful, I think, I think about it ......
Loving someone who can't hold hands in a lifetime is destined to be a story written in tears and sorrow. The story of the first time I saw a woman in the world, I was in the middle of a story of a woman in the world. I thought my heart was in the right place and I didn't want it to move again, but I didn't want it to, but I met you. You are so, inadvertently came to my world, upset my heart lake. And I, too, in your no defense, into your life, upset your peace. Why should there be so many wrong destinies? Why don't we meet just the right person at just the right time? Why do lovers always keep missing each other? Why do we always have to have this kind of late fate? Love, once missed is missed forever. We *** with a piece of sky, but can not smell the flowers at the same time; we *** with a piece of land, but can not print footprints at the same time ......
I know, miss me, you will be contemplating; you know, miss you, I will be sad. Many nights are in the long river of memory to search for your traces, many times, only in the message to find your attachment; many times, only able to think of you in this way. If we meet in the right time, perhaps with you holding hands for a lifetime will not be someone else; if the love can cross time and space and territory, perhaps accompanied by your side will not be someone else. If we miss each other in this life, why should we meet each other after 20 years? From then on, a heart toward the wild journey, on the road of sorrow. Many nights to make a cup of strong coffee, savoring, let the bitterness soak through every nerve. Many rainy days, staring at the rain drift, thoughts began to fly ......
Between us there is no life and death of love, no lifetime of affection, but in our hearts there is that always cut off the constant attachment, we are the world's most familiar. We are the most familiar strangers in the world. Used to seeing a lot of wind and snow, love can not keep each other's feelings, always feel that the feelings of the fluctuating. Maybe one day the heart tired tired, and then disappeared. But the deep attachment in my heart can't disappear. But I also know that it is difficult to predict what will happen in the future. This is how many lovers in this pain and happiness. I understand, maybe someday we will be in each other's lives gradually go away, until blurred. However, I believe that one day, forgetting the eternity, will allow us to remember the day we met in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day ......
We are happy because of each other's acquaintance, rather than sadness. To you, there is no excessive requirements, to be just a feeling of knowing each other, only hope that a number of years later, when you think of me as a person, your face is smiling, your heart is happy. Because of the encounter and rejoice, because of the acquaintance and happy, because of the acquaintance and happy, because of the love and sweet. I would like to be your constant attachment in this life, being loved is happiness, although we can't keep each other, but this feeling is enough to warm the whole heart. Who said, "I don't want to last forever, as long as I had it"? Since we love each other, who doesn't want to last forever? This sentence is just a helpless self-congratulation, who knows this kind of free behind, with what a sour heart? When you are old, recalling the past, will still remember, that the one who used to hold hands, just like that in your unintentional break into your life? It broke your peace of mind. Do you still remember, our legendary acquaintance, laughable misunderstanding, inexplicable love, cut off the constant attachment, all of this is like a dream, in our lives will never erase.
I will keep you in my heart and can't forget it for the rest of my life. I have heard that the road of human life is divided into many sections, and each section is accompanied by different people you walk through, a person's life can not only love a person, can only say that he only love you in this section of a person, I think this section of your love belongs to me, your life I once came, your love I once had, in your life long river, there is a small section, a small paragraph, even if it is an hour's time is that I accompanied You *** with the ferry. Do not want to do you love the first, only want to do you love the last only want to do you one of them. Time flies, years like a shuttle, perhaps this life will not hold hands again, perhaps the next life is also no destiny, my dear, do not forget that we once good ......
Alone in the night
Now I am, the night I am depressed, the mood of the poor pole, love ah! You this gentle tyrant, a moment to hold people to heaven, a moment to drop people to hell, just like this reincarnation of happiness and pain, must it be like this? Out of the door of my home, deliberately open chest, let the cool wind of the night blow me to fill me, the cold is starting it, come on! The cold virus, more violent to come!
The long road, the left side of a car sprinting shot past, the passers-by more and more sparse. I want to sing, express the pent-up emotions, a mouth, the nose on the acid, tears on the pain in the eyes, say their own grievances, can not be so pouring; say their own heavy, can not be so words. The information is dancing all over the sky, the phone mess fly butterfly, they, they are so friendly, with the sound of warm at this moment my cold confused heart, concerned about caring, worried about worrying, like a small child inexplicably more sad up, and even do not know why they want to be so sad. But just want to cry, repressed feelings is so suffocating unbearable. I even confused, love is reckless, love is real, love is so pure, love is so sensational. No longer young heart can be so, do not tell me so rational words "the sky can not fall", real love can love their own bodies and souls are empty.
The heart is more and more chaotic, that all all the obsession and love is unreal? Seems to understand, seems to be more confused. So, the heart began to confuse the hidden pain ......
Walked gently to the side of a small river without a name, stopping near the bridge, turbid flow gently over, winding stranded sandstone and piers, too small and muddy river, neither the real meaning of the river so domineering and majestic, nor the softness of the authentic streams, but a pair of shoulder rubbing the gray hairs. The old couple let me touch and full of hope, but also can be old enough to this age I, whether there is no night wind blowing lonely? I let the jeans fell in the green grass, mixed in the love passionate small lovers big couples, let the lonely soul dancing ......
The road back to the early swallowed the last touch of evening sunshine in the sky, but the crescent moon has been first hung on the vague treetops, the Chinese lamps this night child-like people warmly hold tight, but also confused still shriveled up the heart, fused in the night. Has not come to the fragile and difficult, combing thoughts, cooking feelings, as if you can bird like and the nightingale softly cried ......
Tomorrow when the sun rises will be brighter and more beautiful?