Everyone in the depths of my heart there is a flower mound, burial unknown but many poignant emotion. Jun seen in that tree blossoms, brilliant scenery of the garden, but left many past weathered. Tagore said: "The best place long day, I come before you, you will see my scars, you'll know I've hurt has healed." Torrent promenade through the memories, the time from my fingertips man too, in our splendid Love, there will always meet a person, this person will appear before you forgive all living things difficult for you
headphone stand, but it can bring you a lot of hard heart pain.
Remember the "Norwegian Wood" Murakami said in this sentence:. "Everyone has their own piece of the forest, lost people lost, meet the people will meet again" at the moment I would like to ask your one, today's parting, tomorrow we will also have to meet the possible? Long life, you go with I gradually became two parallel lines never intersect, your way across country, under the sky, I could not help but return again and again, want to come to you, but had to choose to leave.
You and I are destined to be separated, three hundred nights as you want three hundred crib walls, sea mercilessly blocked us, you look into the distance on the other side, I was wandering in this shore. Time slowly slip away when we do not pay attention, do not rest anything else, except for memories. At the moment you my separation makes countless lonely evening even more sad.
The total open patch of gardenia in the depths of my memory quietly, let me Language tired, you can have one moment sitting corner. I do not remember at what time seen North Island "ending or beginning," the promise is what happened a long time ago. "On the grass and leaves on each channel sincere eyes, I wrote a poem of life, this ordinary aspirations, has become all the costs of my life." Always remember his words, perhaps, I can not be like the North Island, as in a grassy field to write a poem about life; and maybe , I do not know what they were going to pay the price of life is, but I still choose to go ahead, choose to treat life.
I do not know why, I really like the North Island of poetry, then you do not know who is the North Island, but it will be listened to me, then you have to give up my fleeting tenderness, but now, I'm lost in your heart, were displaced. Please tell me, I choose where to go next, see the end of me, alone in tears, but still unable to get your answer.
Once you write poems for me, it will hurt me, me, you were looking at the silly, silly put you in mind. You have asked me: "To love someone is to say it out loud, or should in my heart?" At the time I answered, still in my heart it! You looked at me and said softly after: "Fool You say::" If you do not say it, how could she know? "I said," you will never escape, not your force and no fruit. "you do not tell her, how she would know it. "Later, you said to me in earnest:"? do not change because maybe, he would not say the phrase beautiful oath, not because of the separation may dare find a cordial encounter. "I stare at you
ageloc me, quietly eating at the side of you to buy me ice cream.
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