Another afternoon in March, the season of spring the initiation cheap new era , and a big, a big piece of sunshine from my hand fall, so beautiful and moving at the moment of memory cycle, pass two years ago, when sunshine should be so bright, warm when general average.

Unfortunately, time is moving light, do not know how to cherish, what will miss out. In the old days, I secretly reserve, those who belongs to themselves unable to sorrow, silent scream became his eternal life does not forget to memory.

Now own are often own figure wet eyes, the sadness of figure pulled a long long, from yesterday across to today, had also said the darkness is their only behind the nest. From now ahead in the past, only to find that many people do not understand, too, his experience of how then will you understand others, only yourself that kind indulgence, but sorrow. Once this is a later and said the past, and I'm just going in the wrong direction, via a brilliant of sadness. Life is but a time of derivatives, and memory week only.

In fact, life is more like a aimless journey, you can't decide later the way to go, can't predict the future, tired, stood in a time of the left corner, return to mou, look, that a time of city built, then speaks, stunned, sad to spread, the house full of tea are sweet.

Those people, those things, many I look so that light, see clear. The before before, just once; Later, after and not, no. Definitely. With the constant change, also only during reading. Whether crazy, make public, sunny and warm, sad, also or thing, luxuriant, lonely, quiet, that is me. Space was buried my past, time will collect everything to me and I will float to the future with the dream.

Maybe, years later, we will miss this time, once we all is a love of boys and girls, we all have a wonderful sadness. Finger tip phrases broken says, is always warm my heart, or dark or light. We run through the rain, look back in the rain, rain cut constantly miss, but fuzzy time, and the distance to the confusion, there was no time to breathe, can only heartache, actually, we live very tired.

We put a lifetime commitment to the past, but grounded the future. Hehe... Very silly! We use the self-righteous, and his own feeling love to support the whole world, but they don't know, in fact, only us. When we use brunet pen be careful, a painting of the past to a defined forever, look at the words of the fingertips, reflect the words that the oneself, hope to each other, the heart and a wet, so don't be careful, my eyes dance.

Now has to admit that text toxic, but we don't want to leave of addiction. I unceasing conversion lens, perhaps you too, maybe you camera only me. I want to say, I'm sorry.

Because of you, just have our story. But our story itself is a fairy tale   fake oakley , millions of people to be repeated, as once we repeat the story of countless people.

Now, at last, tired. Both of the net, the actual online but one hundred days, mostly stealth, facing the other people's boos, I choose to silence. With a heard the song, the memories I cast time. Next minute, forget about my black and blue, the deep feeling that had to listen to the wind across the curling ears, that of the lax miss sunshine time.

Then, in one evening after the rain and curtain fall asleep. Face have has yet to wipe tears, maybe two years of time was already points clearly are tears or rain, is not give or helpless, although once regret, also sad. But time is the world's best catalyst, march sun to the taste of happiness pervaded my life, my space, those who had not important. In this march, after the cold ice will melt.

In the fight for the again before the sun, and the last one light fondle their pain, light fondle their sorrow, goodbye yesterday, quiet stood on tiptoe, with the most beautiful smile to meet new sunshine.

Let time and space sinking together, eternal sleep down.