Several years

Several years have been the end of our story, stumbled on such a long walk. Can not remember the scenery on the way, do not see where is adrift at the end.

Long time are not to find traces about your past many, it seems also not longer have the style, the years rush flow through the memories last a silk dyed white from your window, that can only become to beam wind chimes, echo memory deepest rang.

Perhaps a bustling behind, will hide countless sad as the Mood for Love like the memory of it, but countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears in the swirling, the memories of the chapter, and Who Who gentle freeze into eternity, into the bottom of my heart that one never devoid of traces.

In this way, only a trickle of warm tears, the cold text line by line, the end of my blurred dream, and maybe that is the story, which is probably ending. The difference is that the story, you still stretch beautiful Chinese clothes, but the outcome, but I in the coming and going of people lost direction.

Do not know, how long hovering at the edge of the memory, always thought your smile has been my fuzzy, round after round rice paper yellowed faded handwriting, yet your face very, very clear portrayed in my mind mouth whispering and calling the name of a thousand times, in such a cold night, I Gairuhezou flooding lonely heart.

Maybe, Meet and parting is bound to pass the two, like the story, none of us can embark on a relative way, so we have more and more distant from far could not find back direction, leaving messy footprints, arranged in no way to the end-result of scattered.

The elapsed time reflection once fragments, looking at the horizon of the blind, a new day is coming again, pure dream shattered, pale me mature face, and heard yesterday from the song greet to sigh tomorrow.

Remember that year you waltzed light footsteps, wading through water that comes to me from afar. Remember, the year, and laughter, to accompany me through one after another unforgettable journey.

Night, as always, deep, faced with those recorded in the last text, mood say that the complex, the breakdown of the bits and pieces of the past, blurred eyes against the hands-off, all the later said: love you, in relation to let you fly, if you become a trend, I would of cloud behind forever silent guardian enough.

Life this is the case, the pain lingered, lost knowledge, precisely because of this, we can continue to grow constantly sentiment, although the process is then the bitterness, but as long as the other side can be happy, sad also into the horizon rainbow, even if it is the rainbow of sadness, but also allow the story of two people, a permanent freeze in a good moment.

Poly edge casual arrangement, the end could not escape the fate of the edge to the dreaming, the edge is gone, my heart is broken ...

If you are well, and that is sunny.

(Sweet, bless you, must be happy, enjoy my share of happiness together out so you will be more happy, as for me ............!)

Last sentence: I love you forever!