samanali

Maybe, someday, we will meet some people let us weep for him, in the disconsolate review, we cannot forget, time is like a pen, in a a pen to outline the traces of the past. In those years, we are destined to go farther and farther, in those years, and who put dreams lost in the city, waiting for Youth passes as a fleeting wave... Time goes by, the old hair, also the old face. When people, do you remember who to cry Maid.
In our story, will meet many people, after some people walked in, in also did not leave, always play a role in our story. Some people just walked lightly, without leaving a trace, it won't be long before they let we easily forget. Some people, but only for a moment, but may become our life in mind. Because in the life story, makes you the most unforgettable is probably the one stop for a person, let your tears or that a stay in a moment one.
Who will remember that year, kapok Masamori, met you at the moment, the hearts of love as the Ivy League in general, spread, spread. And your camera also freeze that touch my smile. You inadvertently entered my story, and it is so instant casual, but let me worthy of a lifetime to forget the pain.
Sometimes, some of the stories, there will be no happy ending if you know, whether or not we will choose to start? And I, or choose to when the moth. I know you will be there in my story is too long, but still choose to let you into my story, even their own can not find reason to tell why. Maybe I hit already destined to meet some people so, tears. So the heart, with you.
You walked with me for the young and frivolous, a stunning in that time, we sat together watching the tide. We all had a repeat of impossible dream, then we clean and beautiful, pure and like crazy. I like to look at your eyes that hint of graceful smile, but you love me that insolent haughty inferior character.
When we are young and not sorrow taste, now, into the society I slowly calmed down. Between you and me, we have formed a tacit understanding. As we all know, there is one called silent things between you and me. Just separated, we will have a conversation, in the QQ today, no text messages, see each other's dynamic, also just silently praise. Perhaps, all the dust has settled, the song eventually became a war.
There was a time, company incorporation I have to go back through we have walked through the place, a small street also through that section had we often pass by is covered with moss, I saw not to know who is engraved on the stone floor of the text in the streets. The text seems to be a bit familiar, but strange. I also went to see the tree carving your name on the tree. Stroking the word, but the memories are fuzzy up. At the time of baptism, the three words long been blurred, as the memory like before, no longer have the taste of happiness. Even I have forgotten what it is carved up. Is it right? Young will be so stupid? However, the end of the story has already arranged the. No, the final choice to forget.
Perhaps, in life's story, always meet such a person, let your tears. Red dust, three thousand live, just for one person. Not as much as is missing, can not write is pain. Chapter chapter. The memories and eventually became a war.
Met you, I know, you will be edge of my past life, this life of the robbery. Meet the shortest, but will let me use the life the pain to repay. But I know this, I did it a the moth.
Met you, I know, this will empty mournful, lonely tears flower, series. You are in my forehead moment of sorrow, let me alone, you are in my heart buried a lonely seeds, let me cry alone.
Met you, I know, and you just roll around a small life, from meet, know to forget is just turned a distance.. If life only such as first, and stop at the first sight, Is it right? All of the past and sadness will not happen? Love is a pain, a field, a dream. Finally a blank field DRREBORN.