Love is just a dream

I suspect that I am now, is already old. Because my eyes see you, no longer cherished emotion. Maybe it will flash the light of love, the warmth of love, but I know that it can withstand the radiation of light even if your pupil, but can not penetrate your soul.

When you're standing in front of me when it is not allowed me to have any sweetness, and touching and kissing you also can not be great. For you, it really is a great humiliation and discomfort.

Why am I so hate to offend you? How sad that people ah!

Now, we have to consider the question: in the end is I am old, or you're old.

Perhaps, we all Lao Leba. Middle-aged man is not supposed to talk about love. Because of the divine "love" is only the areas belonging to the young, and we no longer had any connection. The fact is that so?

Maybe, but do you think I am old, haggard face in this sallow, his face ugly face of fine lines, this middle-aged body fat, so you lost the love of faith, the courage to love like I did when younger. So, when I often look at you affectionately, you have to say to me in the past, these go far! Then, use your hand unfeeling me a push. I just quietly leave, no care about and have no complaints, only sadness and pathos. But I will not shed tears of sorrow.

However, I still crave your love, I remember loving you when I return, it is how ah let me butterflies!

Who fell in love when you told me

Who fell in love when you told me that even if there is something big, we will not separate. I was not impressed, and my heart with you competing with the thought: We can go all the way to hold hands. But now everything is separate to understand after the self-righteous, when the fog lifted when all sank to understand: thought of forever, in fact, meet by chance, however. Poignant feelings of the heart, because people are desperate.

Sit in the corner, holding the knee. Suppressed thoughts, make yourself look to the future. Strong could not help but steal the line abandoned tears. Biting hard on the lips a bit dry. It is time to remind ourselves to face reality. Delicate was clear to all right, that was beautiful in the past, to recall to follow it. Know that he will not forget. Know it will not put down. So not force myself to do a perfect decision, perhaps to escape. Perhaps give yourself a chance to start again. But these are not the focus of the focus is to let go of their own. In these troubled youth in the. Whoever who remained to be good to go!

Road Sound wave, goodbye, my love. Never disappeared. From this experience we will not have to be a true parallel to the line of any intersection.

I think this elegant, calm, knowledgeable about the training can not be resolved. Two decades of accumulation and precipitation, the one originally Sentimental, impulsive, ignorant little girl into an elegant, quiet, gentle woman like water. During this period the rich experience of how life evolved, after the number of butterfly emergence, resulting in the construction of today's Phoenix Nirvana. People often say that years of water never came back, and I want to say that we tender years like water, transparent clarity.

the rhythm of the rain into the story as the end

Little rain, that the rhythm of the rain into the story as the end, the more the next smaller, unwittingly, captured my eyes sleepy, so sleepy.

In my sleep, I woke up was that the rhythm of the rain, this time, this rain cover up the wind, the frogs, it sounds chaotic, but orderly. It seems they really become their mouth, "there are things people" again! It seems that I still did not put that thing: to prove I'm strong, I did not tear flow, holding back tears in eyes well up every drop. After that, I understand I may be regarded as a most precious things in this life. Human life is a continuous loss of his loved ones in the process, and is forever lost, which is that everyone can make up the biggest pain. I want to say: "Take good heart to care and love to everyone around you, do not be sorry to lose before, then what are late! People treasure to remember!"

If you can, I hope the rain can dilute the share of my heart to heart, diluted share of guilt in my heart ... and ashamed ...

Since then, I will seriously heart to treat every person and I love my love.