Exile to afford free

This southern city, with some stranger left sadness, this is sun city, but I didn't feel any warmth, in spring, the heart is lost in the winter. This year, as if the heart be fit you, there has been no HKUE amec. We, according to the road of destiny arrangement, drifting away, to the old time.

In march, I hope does not bring the warm spring breeze, the grass is dormant in winter cold, the heart also is so, don't want to go to improve carding sorrow mood. Occasionally the whole city, the sun is warm the heart of the vicissitudes. Feel alienated from the personnel around, even if the window new yan peck mud, early spring bud in the branches, I was a newcomer to the corner, quietly staring blankly.

People reach a certain age, there is always a day is getting sleepy for a period of time, we call this blank, everyone will experience, as from the vegetation, the white clouds floating, not avoid, blank it but become a indispensable component in life growing up.

Back along the way, getting too much, have a kind of choking feeling, is the only thing I don't give up the lost memories for you, for your every memory is sweet, let every time I think about you, heart pain.

I hate you, hate you dear John, would rather believe believe illusion, also don't want to trust experienced ups and downs together, on-and-off, noisy, and intimacy. I also hate me, hate me cruel, and you would like to do more to explain and living cut off contact with the tenderness between you.

Walk, walk to the end of the time, not unable to contend with the reality. Maybe, one time, the paper writing endless stories outflow qing tear drops, the cut all ties with the world. Heart, pain to the torn up, read, read aloud to dying, back to not go to the past, back to not go to love.

MacArthur said: "memory is beautiful, because have a smile to comfort, also has the tears moisten". I have survived, about your memories, is mostly beautiful, if we are together, what about sad is also a joy Dream beauty pro.

Time is too hasty, I fail to tidy up a lot of the past, have distance. I can do, just keep constantly remember, forget, story with you. Maybe, I am in explorations, self-righteous to experience the past pain it is hard to see. Sometimes, can't forget, I'm afraid of, one day I memory only between you and the name, the first of the beautiful fade away in time.

I just ordinary mortals, pursues the inevitable daily necessities sauce vinegar, and static good years, though, not to pursue nothing romantic love, the plane, as out-of-touch little, at least I didn't meet.

I just everyman, afford time, perhaps, this is a kind of pursuit for life insipid qian wan issue after grinding, can say is a kind of understanding, also is a kind of distance, negative values. The world too much injustice and uneven, see more, nature is a kind of psychological resistance, so the human things I don't want to doping into, "hide to become unification into the small building, tube he spring and summer and autumn/winter", even if the old in their weaving dreams, my mind, live in the present, Ann and the present.

Damage later, you gave to me gradually become a kind of understanding, there is no two leaves are the same, nature also does not exist between two people of the same heart, no one who can make the heart of empathy. I was glad when I think of you no longer have to complain, everything passes years reconciliation, I can get past, most matter of the heart is only between reality and ideal, and I had pulled back to reality.

Until now, I finally accept you give damage. I'm not in love you, this is my most real and heartache monologues. Acquainted with you, maybe for devoting all my fate, encounter, experience, fully run counter to the love, now, in front of me is the harsh reality, to the far is unknown lost way.

I am glad, I finally let go, no longer love you, even if any one, because you had to hurt, to love, I have already recovered.

Thought of the true love is trivial boring game, repeat get to know a person, understand a man we accept or refuse a person, heart couldn't help shivering. A lot of people in this game, I only think of intestines and stomach flips. Two kinds of love in the world happy man after the failure, one kind is a love, do everything we can, after all for nothing, from now on to the love cool fickle. One is eager to find out the truth, try many times, reservations, finally also can cool down. How lucky I am to be the first one can be free, from now on the matter, concentrating on love but I also admire the eyesight of the latter, if compared it to gambling, dish,, at least I would understand what I'm really not that piece of material...

I have understood, even if we all go back, back to less than at the beginning, at least not forgive each other's damage, I can only put the memories about you, years later, I need that memory to feed the life, at that time, I think I'm a really "be yourself, carefree look at the courthouse flowers bloom; whether unconsciously, overflow with clouds scud across heaven".

Have ups and downs, the carpet of flowers when falling into a mound. Now the world gathers, jigsaw, past time and a mill east, weak as love. This years like a cloud floating, longitudinal is aged nostalgia on at once, is nowhere to salvage. Youth experience, committed, like a vessel in one thousand, with the history died in rolling turbid, if you understand the content with the present, will forgive "loss of a better with the change of the past Dream beauty pro.

Thin minus prosperous time, the past is paring down, not deliberately take down time in the wrong committed to hurry. Experienced too multiple multiple kinds of joys and sorrows.there, washing and pure mind, such as Buddhism by cloud: see mountain is mountain, see water is water. For the personnel changes, also can do no happiness or sadness no, no hate, no resentment.

All the way through, is losing our dazed and confused, is obtained to deep understanding. Maybe you in decoration of the window, I dress up in someone else's dream. Maybe one day, your dream I can dress up with each other, you are still you, I am still me, vaguely remember when touched, just missing at that time the impulse, not for the past sorrow...

I have come to terms with the years, not to indulge the past, at the foot of the road, still have to go step by step. Oh that time still good, your future, my happy-go-lucky, two not entanglements.