When the quiet submerged Xuanrao, dispersed the dark when the lights dawn, when the wind outside the window again, ruffled hair, quiet summer night, once you remember how much the landscape. I do not know when to begin late-night habits of a person standing on the balcony, listening to the gentle melody, quietly search the memory of the flower litter thank each season flowers, such as looking for his lover, never had a moment to stop and slack. Occasionally, a breeze blowing away, I would faint raised mouth, silently of notes under the fingers with the hands of the passage of a dream, not the other, just hope one day sitting under the lights gently open diary, I also It can clearly describe the quiet landscape screen. Grow up, to forget the young o'clock the next dream, a long time  and could not believe the year is the most beautiful scenery of flowers, the way of life is very short, but we too fast, so every a quiet night as water will not help more sour feeling so endless. That year, the blue sky, the kite on behalf of each one full of longing heart, just want to fly higher. That year, the river grass, the water sing a Sentimental thoughts of each. That year, you and I Liangxiaowucai, every day away with a smiling face again today silently waiting for the arrival of the next morning. But you do not know, kite end of the day will be broken, grass can not withstand the seasons change, has not withered heart of childhood is just a time to do more than dream, everything is just short of the wonderful, and you treat it as the eternal picture. Crossroad fragrance, a cappella birds, butterflies Man Wu, singing clear. That spring, we bid farewell to stick to the fortress of the soul, gently back pack, and began chasing the dream further, so every rainy day, we no longer remember the roof of shelter, every day a blooming, bright no longer reflect see you my eyes, has been busy walking, suddenly is a very dull night, you and I laugh in the moonlight, only to find that we are wrinkled. The dream was crushed Homecoming, childlike smile masks the bitterness of running, sweet flowers, the rain who will remember what the clap silent promise. Has been very hard to use their beautiful dream of the pen presence, but unfortunately had bird pen only remember the scenery, but can not write the voice of the future. Dim the lights, the sound of rustling that seemed to tell another unknown in the story of the night was still leaning against the railing I silently looked at the lake did not pan Yilian lake, actually moved in this nameless humble curtain dull. Confusion in the red memo table breeze, the moon is entrusted with the enemy's thoughts, sparse twinkling stars is the naughty children's eyes, listening to the frogs not sleep, summer night, everything is so ordinary, such as everything is so dream surreal. The wind blowing into your ears to the left of the dream and static of the summer is that you have already been awakened by the touch, or I have never closed a pair of tired eyes.

Childhood, I always imagined myself as a Princess; look forward to a prince came to my side. Growing up, always thinking about their own efforts to live; looking forward to have a protection of their people. Gradually learn to be strong in life, alone in the night quiet. When I hit the crash, misty feelings  just come into contact, when, just feel the love, The situation there is a lot of root elongation in the heart gradually take root, there will be sweet in the root of the wound. So I know that happiness will still be in "pain" of growth in growing the seeds in the emotional feeling in a little bit of feeling. Learn how to love with. Learn to love the complexity of social awareness, "human" differences. Learn what happens to life. Almost everyone is holding hands in that moment, I vowed in my heart to hold this hand forever. But this is always how far? In fact, you love people and met a man really loves you is a fate. Love cherish this fate, even if it is pass by. But will still leave a deep scar in the heart. The oath was also in the ears. Heart pain unconsciously ... ... Happiness is like sand, the more you want to seize, grasp, but it is running out to lose more, but you open your hands, open hand but feel relaxed and lost would be less. Perhaps this is the feeling you ~! Someone asked me what true love? A man loves a person, but broke up soon after to forget it, this is love? This time, I really do not know how to answer good ~! I said that at least the sincerity to love. 've Been. Maybe really loved. Feeling that something really weird. Unwittingly may sprout in my heart, when that time really in love with love, and has been rooted out. I have not seen forever in love. Have not seen a permanent vows. But I'm a person you can find true love. When I was quietly listening to their stories I secretly left the tears. I quickly wiped away the tears, but it moved me tears of envy. Although the girl is no longer the world, but I know her in his heart was always sweet happiness. When she saw him about their memories of the story has a happy face, the words total. Perhaps only he remembered her when he is happy. Moment for her to see him tattoo, as he always stay in mind the love between the I wish I told him that she is an angel, she would always be you. But you must be happy. So you saw her in a dream, you will still see her smile. Because you love someone should let him carefree and let him fly free, to find the happiness he wants Everyone's heart is hidden in a person, but this person is not accompanied by the second half of the people in their hour of Hold your hand, old age together. This is a legendary, it is also a legend. Today's society is too complex, as they say the feelings are not worth the money. But I do not think so. Because together with their loved one is sleeping Avenue that is a blessing ~! Listening to the most romantic things first, let my heart do not know, Peng move. Together holding hands, walking in the street. Watching the sunrise and sunset, step by step on crutches home. And then gradually grow old together ... ...