about that person

 

There is a person in the city even won't be around by the noise of the disturbance, is still in the sunny weather going to meditate on green carefreely have make the main character of the text. I think I was like that a person.

Always can't send the mood

Heart will often thinking about a person, every time remind of will have a sad upsurge in spread, I don't know that I was thinking about that person or in short and not to wonderful young years.

Sometimes feel in behind me will have a pair of eyes far staring at me, as in the streets across several times, like many years ago 100 meters outside that surface is opposite the railings and don't know how long my balcony of eagerly watching. I know now even has a such watch, also won't someone called gently my name.

Because I am a grain of hard can't harmony in your sand. I am a grain of hard sand is you ever said to me. You attempt to hone my, tried to make me a congested with your tender feelings water. Not for you and I don't want to change, but we are two parallel lines, we walked along the track of the respective line, will never have crossed a day.

But I will always be in my heart faint of sad, dull pain. Sometimes always think, will you lost is it because I'm his mistakes? But I have you? You have me? Although we know for many years, it has been like a stranger to stiff. I remember I have never told you I love you, also have never thought put his hand gently on your palm, although I have been somehow alone.

I said, I grow up that day. But suddenly a day in dream, only to discover that it seems years a century, you finally escaped from my world, DunJi in the boundless huge. I can't again and again to miss you. And you will not in my sight "meets". Because of you I have no the filled with enthusiasm, and because I was still stubborn I. I can't separate to your covenant, is to because I have so much care. You used to be a transcendent wit poet, after all the rain after, you also turned into a world of mortals. But I did not change, is still years ago in the I. I can't look at you again in the valley. He can't be in the city you captive. Many things, I in your heart by the a grain of hard sand transformed into other people in the world of a congested enough to give comfort.

I will never leave you dial my telephone number. Only allow his occasional recall that year blue you, don't know I that year harmony.

......

A man of fireworks

The sun was autumn wind blows to the scorching radiance, fly dress also are taken into the cupboard, again in the autumn. Every walked slowly under the tree leaves a little bit of looking at become yellow, and pieces of fall down. Every year autumn wind is still the leaf, still be finely in the life of the wound, but because in my heart like you and no longer think autumn is bleak.