There is always something, someone, let the young that we can not help but bent mouth, there is always a bright pairs of eyes will always be people who stare eyes reddening, slightly shy but the joy of love, half-time the unique beauty of mature .
However, the passage of time after the vicissitudes of the times long ago.
So who to believe, then the good times, eventually to become embedded in the heart of the wounds, when quiet time, it will slowly silt pain, to remind you at this moment no longer recognizable embarrassed.
During our walk through the campus of youth, in the dark shadow look forward to every encounter with the Review of the night falls, the Enron wind casting a few days to listen to sound.
Some people just like to be destined to accompany each other through the long years, even though numerous encounters with the parting can not change, some people, but it will as time Yuan Shi, distanced.
The other day, innocently, only to see him one. But he doesn't see me.
"Bicibici"
Once upon a time, I told you so, just that you do not understand, that if the bitter and helpless.
I have also tried to hate you, good-bye to your moment, I found that I can not do, the collapse of hatred at that moment.
Long days, it's that elusive passed, every day, as always, life, occasionally reminds you that, only reluctantly smiled.
Never forget that person, period, or warm, or duty-bound to the past, will become memories. Once belonged to his own vigorous, 100 to switch back to 1000, there is laughter and tears, and I carefully appropriateness of the collection of, quietly placed in the corner.
I've forgotten you. The rest I can only wish you happiness, has always been a happy go.