Wipe traces of youth

The words of the days, I have to have. Even if we fall in the world, I have not missed. How many past autumn waters flowing, condensed the smoke? Verses, pour pay how much changes in temperature mood? The morning dream, a little lost memory illusion. Like the mottled night culturelle, autumn wind SuiYu, drunk after sunset glow of youth. Finally, wandering in the wilderness, withered lonely night.

Pick up the years trace, see the autumn wind, too lonely, light sadness, heart reversal hiding in this turbulent. Those broken node, strewn at random in a hurry in the train yesterday, unable to recover. But those forgotten in memory of the scenery, become a can't see the movie. Even as a souvenir, or sigh, time is so sad. Perhaps, fate is like this, too many fans, solution doesn't open.

That dream echoes strike. Full of pale years, broken dreams become empty, is finalizing it. And fingertips time that's gone, but can't catch a wisp of autumn dream, miss the past. Perhaps, once the story, in time the amount of grain, carrying too much broken dreams. Those touching vow, only beautiful memory, the appearance of the old memories.

I don't know is the guest in the dream, a greedy huan. Yesterday frivolous young, today with the mature false face. Wash the yesterday's naive, 1 left today. Ignorant time, crazy smiling face, with years of weathering. How much leave the sorrow of parting, infected with loneliness. Thousand cups /, all rely on, the wind sing poems, years as snow. Past with the wind, the mood, like Trinidad lake, away shadow solitary oblique, lost in this autumn season.
Slowly under the rain outside the window, suddenly want to write some text, to oneself, to the time lost in those years.
When the sky is naive blue; That night, is silent black; That year, we still live in the teacher's upset; That year, we want is not much. At the age of first love, is young, adjustable desk it is lovely. That year, she has not been coated with vicissitudes of life, time is still a very lively girl.
I met her, in the opening of the summer, the days are hot and dry, holding up our mood is depressed, only she, like a little duck kept talking, drives everybody's mood, that yes, I was a darling child to study outside is foolish, but she is like a knowledgeable scholar, shows a new world for us. That yes, I also don't know what is emotion, only know I love accompany her laughing, like to sit beside her, only just. The passage of time, her performance has been very good, although he has been hard, but can only follow behind her, the deepest memory is her English, that is my English is the worst one of all my subjects, and she is the best, every time to hear her speak a fluently English in class, I will be very happy, very enjoy, perhaps that time I began to crush on her. Germination grade, that is love, but this time the class to a transfer student, grow very handsome, very high. I slowly found, she fell in love with him. Before long, he has a girlfriend, not her, I am very happy, I think I still have a chance, I began to learn to write a love letter, love poems, with a copy of a notebook, and then a a beautiful writing on stationery hardcover. That night, I was lucky to separate and she go home together. When I'm ready to summon up courage to say I like you, and then put the paper of the my feelings to her, she is very happy said she and her together. I smiled cry, accompany you to go home, that is the shortest distance, I think because I don't know if I can also simple and you together? If life only first, why meet, flow a broken heart. My first love dusty in the summer of that year, in the paper that into ashes. Slowly disappear...

Was young and ignorant of the junior middle school, enter solemn high school, in the face of all sorts of people, there is a lonely, is lonely, because there is no simple at that time, not that easy, some just don't know how to face your life, then high school, met a lot of brother stay in the heart, but no one can accompany me to talk to girls, I don't know how to communicate with the girl, or has been influenced by her, the girl is a little, watching friends to pick up hot chicks and to date, to do what you like to do electrical desk. I am very envy, until she appeared. I met her not stir, I just know between classmates, she is not beautiful, grow fat, but her personality, and to her, very bright, very lively, slowly, she became my only a very good female friends. Seem to live like quicksand, catch, and step into the first year of high school is fast in the past, I love the class will be separated in a twinkling of an eye, she went into the liberal arts, I went into the liberal arts are common, years in all kill, gradually, and her contact less, have their own things to be busy. Perhaps everything is calm again. Until that day, remember that is nearing the bleak winter, she and I online said she was going to leave, to study in other cities, suddenly felt a little empty, lonely. Two people quietly in silence, two on the opposite side of the screen is a complicated person, I don't know what she was thinking, also don't know why she told me this. "Do you like me?" she up this sentence to break the silence for a long time, I don't know what to answer, I like to chat with her feeling, but it isn't love, maybe just a simple friendship. When she left home to say this sentence, I know what she meant. Maybe just don't want to have regrets. I don't have refused to, also have no reason to refuse, she and I together. In memory of that year winter special cold, also in the sky floating snow, I always do my best to good for her, because I don't know when she will vanish away. Class every day I accompany her, held her through the campus, to accompany her walk home in the snow. At that time I feel very warm, very happy. Time is always ruthlessly, kill too much feeling. Life is like a ruthless kedao, changed our appearance, six months after I am tired of that life, I am eager to be care, when I spent a lot of bother to choose a gift for her, but have never worn by her, I'm disappointed. May be I'm tired of yourself. I chose to break up, that day is one of the most painful days in my memory. On the night of that day, in the riverside, I looked at her face expressionless cry in front of me, looking at her to retain. I don't know why my heart is so hard, she left the sing of the "I loathe to give up" is a tragedy forever in my heart, how I want to hold her.. Said I also loathe to give up, but I didn't. Perhaps this is a forever regret. I have spoken with her through the years, but still be years away. Flowers bloom, all turned to dust culturelle, only to find that, even myself just a visitor. After many years, if goodbye, is passed to nod, or that the long-awaited 'ok?', who knows?

Life, need a comfort to touch the pain. For example, always like to call inexplicable coincidence, the reluctance to accept and unable to change the result is called fate. Encounter in life, miss in life, too much. Met, will only let you see face clear sunlight flavor, clear, light smile will take slightly painful depicted in everywhere mottled light and shadow, become your eyes inadvertently scenery. Love is sad, but it is also happy, in this world, if it's love, is unconditional trust, if not love, so I don't really, why care about. Leave, is the memory of youth.