How time flies into tears
Time, like a new hourglass,mother day slip away sand, always, hard to retain. No sharp corners, across the chest, left behind, but is a shallow, pale, then, gradually fade in our memory, that we will forget the many, those happy, those lonely.
Really think, time can dilute all, we are together the joy, of those sad, that almost each other into friendship, and it cannot bear to think of the past, hurt.
Difficult for one who sets his mind, also do not know how oblivious, opened dusty diary, for a long time, really very long. But somehow, when my fingers touch the crystal key, but clearly they are so familiar, like, yesterday, I just opened, but, the thin layer of dust to remind me, when you go, I will never, never opened it.
In the dream, I smile.
Fingertips, in the past, turns the page, orbital a little moist, review, above the subduction of the gorgeous color, fade the vow of halo, only, we laugh together, happy moments. Put it in my arms, think of your name, sigh, this take an oath devoutly, threatening to never forsake you, eventually to go all the way, in my life, drifting away. Youth is not a curtain call, you and I have.
Light up, falling on the floor of the card, the breeze waft dandelion, as, our promise. The above sentence, called a memory, after all, let my tears, breaching of the dike.
Then we, also small, also do not remember what a class, just remember, the teacher repeatedly stressed, light, not time, is the distance. Listening to this sentence, I laughed, ignoring the teacher warned the eyes, on this piece of dandelion as the background of the card, copious and fluent writing one sentence, intertwined with the perfect arc, across several students head, right off, your desk.
" Light years instead of time, distance, is you accompanies me to pass through the youth."
Oh, yes, our youth. But, the youth left me, but not just memories.
Diary of the last page, without a word, only the faint, not visible, tears.
Maple leaf, Feiyan and south. Just, Yaner regardless of fly far, next spring,PC remote will come home one day, and you go, this present life, are more difficult to see each other again.
