回忆那年我们未开花结果的爱情（Remember that year we did not bear fruit love）

回忆那年我们未开花结果的爱情（Remember that year we did not bear fruit love） 回忆那年我们未开花结果的爱情(Remember that year we did not bear fruit love) I always do not understand why some people, because of a word, a song, and even a look in the eyes and tears; I also don't understand why some things, with a laugh, a map, and a scene and fell dejected. Now I finally understand, those are just the cost of growth, can not go back in the past. Those silent, or publicity of the past, such as water soaked nerves, surrounded by heart. Cold, frozen heart, even breathing have a suffocating feeling, full of despair. I finally understand, from beginning to end, I never forget you, could not help but even in tears from the eyes, dark place spread throughout the world, and even last fall, dust, broken into nothingness. I believe you are a The end of life I have been buried; look forward to each other is also your word smash. Now, there is a lonely and suspect love me, living in this small city. Walking in the street, falling sakula colorful, embracing the streets walking lovers, happy and the whole sky. The position of the shoulder Bo kapok petals, originally is a warm and delicate hand. The left hand is still quiet in his trouser pocket inside, is always warm to the touch, accustomed to warm and another hand, after losing, it seems very difficult to restore once neutral temperature. For so long, I don't know if your hand will still be cold for a long time. If you have another hand, give you enough warmth when you need it. Perhaps, the world is a scene already arranged good funny fairy tale, the main actor is ignorant of us. Have heard people say, hate by love, love hate. I do not know what solution, but in the imagination of space, constantly describe your smile, enlarge your good. I've made you so perfect that I can't even fool myself. Perhaps, the time can not go back to where it started, for those who have missed, do not try to retain, missed, missed. Some things are meant for me to worry about, not get. Unforgettable people, dreams, expectations, roads, and what they think they should treasure. Now what?! Clear up your heart, throw away old ones, and you'll have room for new feelings! Let you live in my memory, perhaps, is your best home. Life is a dream, everything is just like the fireworks that unreal. Instant brilliant, instant disappearance, the pursuit is not eternal life, but that a touch of invincible shock. Since it is only illusory, just a temporary mirror flower, water moon, then why should we be so persistent, how ever?. I just want a person, like Mo flowers, shadow dye body, with a little sadness in this world go, what not to leave, just a touched my words. In the beginning, indifferent smile, originally on a reincarnation, I had met with you. The rain smashed a face of duckweed, wind cut jade lotus, promised the seasons, until now, only a helpless sigh. Blame each other is not firm, only to blame the promise too sentimental, even cardamom term workers also lost a water return to send canhong. If meet, only know, there is no other, avoid today, all left untold ashamed apology. If so, it is better to miss each other than to miss each other. Once, the fleeting time, the absurd youth, filled with my willfulness and childish. Unexpected meeting breaks the calm of water. Once and you together, let the winter warm sun shines on the body. The cheerful laughter on the bicycle seemed as if it were yesterday. But there is only me, wandering in our world. Alone in the night quietly licking can not heal the wound scab, a personal memory of long dead time. No love, no hate, maybe the best. Heart is changing, love is changing, time is not enough for our fickle. Complete, broken, lost, and that's not what I can control. Maybe one day, I can abandon it without any care. Perhaps, after the pain, the heart will not hurt, Because it has been frozen, no temperature. The street lamp is darker. I walk. The scenery is retrograde. It just can't be missed. It's full of expectation. I like the darkness, the silence of the dark, the mystery of the unknown, the thought of the soul, and I am back in my own world. Sorrow is a cycle, again and again, cruel against our pure heart. Life is so drama, let me meet you. The halo on your head has stimulated me. It hurts my heart. How I wish I were perfect and worthy of you. You make my heart have a home, and put my soul where I have no place to go. But why give me hope, and then leave, no one can explain. A touch of sadness makes people haggard, there is a way called the tears, wind, frowning in a heartache, a cup of wine, full of love, willing to let go. This will not regret, leave sad, the heart fly with the wind. Pain in the heart, but your beauty. In fact, there are many things I dare not say, but I am afraid everything will turn into a mirage. In my world, there may be no reason for the right and wrong, but can not tolerate the principle of no reason. Like tonight. Perhaps I this person is so, when it comes, I only know soldiers to be blocked, the water to soil cover, but in addition to this, how can I do? Resistance? To denounce these so-called right and wrong? No, moreover, it is just a false alarm. When everything is settled, and when everything falls into peace, we realize that giving up is also a kind of beauty. Give up on those fearless dispute quarrel, to give up is not unnecessary to denounce, because it is just a fantasy. Someone once said to me, people's memory, is the most easy to forget the sad things, let us go back quietly past, remember, most of these happy memories. I don't know how to comfort myself, if only know what's on your mind, just poured on the paper, let the time to dilute the torrent of sorrow. Perhaps, if the world, if the flowers, bustling when bustling, quiet when it is quiet. The inalienable link between man and man is the cause of this splendid garden of flowers in the world. If the leaves are blown by the wind, float gently to the sand. Buried, perhaps my once, green juvenile, and your face.