The quiet afternoon, a man standing at the window, looking out of the window of heavy traffic, People are hurrying to and fro.
I am like this glass window and the world, I stand in the inexplicable space away from the world of fireworks. The pendulum of the clock, the rhythm of the walk, the faint tick, every sound is a reminder of the loss of time. From the heart, not a bit scared now, every second, is the second of the past, the moment, then will be tomorrow's past, always in the next second we can not see the place, the future and the past, we are not necessarily real in the past. Miss and regret, let the time come to realize a dream, now becomes a cruel reality. Through the landscape through the years, seasons, passed through the success and failure, gain and loss, grief at separation and joy in Union, is the mentality of the twists and turns, a look back, those beautiful days, like an old painting be cast into the shade, like a song.
What happened, the past life, even regret, also not come back already disconsolate. But, but always in a dead of night time, repeatedly chewing those memories of the silhouette, blame yourself too idiot, sigh the fate of the heartless. While etching their thoughts and torturing their souls.
The hearts of the people, sometimes just like wind, always seem to have a sound in the wind swing, can not find a sense of security. As the wind full of apprehension, irritability, and innumerable twists and turns, confusion, fear...... The restless mood always torturing yourself, the tension will be lurking behind their. "Once bitten, twice shy of ten years, from the heart of the nervous, do not put, put down the heart had the shadow, the shadow of the past, like an invisible rope, wrapped in fine threads continuously in the depths of memory, it makes life into confusion. In the past, especially in the hearts of haze. Put down the heart, is the sunshine, is a wisp of cool wind, then looked up is the sky.
The one side of the years is pale, just like the fresh rose which has lost the fresh water, but only the desolate flavor. Even if it is only a fragrance around, space-time scattered fireworks, just cherish in a charming, not only from the lost, will look at it with the heart sigh.
Try to look at the world, only to find that, whenever you are not to mind. The heart is too small, the world is small, but everything is pessimistic, can only see flaws, ignore the overall situation. Heart as wide as the sea, to accommodate the Senkawa 10000 River, absorption, the precipitation precipitation, to make their own world Bihaiqingtian.
The duke said during the spring and Autumn period, he can put down the past resentment, reuse of Guan Zhong. Finally, in his help, won the world. The Han Emperor Liu Bang can put the past grievances, letter Yongchi for Hou, consolidation of the world people. In life we should let go of the past, down Qingqiu, in order to make the foot of the road gets flat.