Goodbye, may not love you again

 














































In recent years, more and more fast, unconsciously has entered a new journey.















Dazed, state of a kind of habit, oneself is not a good thing. Wandering at the edge of the youth circle again and again our days, too much too much, merged into a maze, how hope to hurry to find export. Floating in the elongated figure, the setting sun recall the taste of missing. To recall, this stuff, very fascinating.















Fallen leaves, with silent words, quietly to complete their life cycle. After falling, home is the pedestrians have the aisle, or traveler is full of melancholy, the in the mind? Who knows the answer? Time for people, in addition to experience and growth? Along the way, flowers bloom, no one can block the growth of the heart crazy thoughts and yearning for the future. People to pursue, in order to live, for the future, but rarely to recall.















The season of autumn, poetic flavour. Bleak wind, withered and yellow leaf, and ancient streets that embrace of lovers. Get to know each other in this poetic season, less shy and hazy feeling, don't have to ramble, don't say. Between them, have belong to each other's tacit understanding. Recall that a casual brush, or that a shy smile, especially like fireworks as brief beauty. Maybe, there is no vigorous youth, through them is ordinary but very beautiful.















Time is flowing quietly, slowly accustomed to a person's day. Walk alone, at the same time also in miss. Miss the life the most beautiful. If one day, you really have forgotten that person or that thing, then explain it to your life may have no longer important.















There are some things need not deliberately to remember, they are like an altar wine, buried deep in people's hearts forever. With the passage of time, the more can't cover the pure fragrance. For product again in the future, must be carrying heavy emotion.















Occasionally listen to familiar music, aftertaste occasionally old movies, this way of life, very suitable for you enjoy quiet. Looking up at the sky, always feel full of worries, but don't know who to tell. Leaning quietly at the window, feel the temperature of the sun, life, just so so. Everyone has a past, but not everyone will take the past as worries. The prelude of the pioneers of memories, in the quiet days, enron.















Memories of the people, don't want to leave, don't want to stop. The boundaries of the dream and reality is more and more difficult to distinguish. Be realistic water chestnut is too sharp, or ideal wings too thin? Giving light tone say: