It is said by the wind that time passes so quietly. But, dear love, please look to it enchanting and fleeting shadow, even if cold, even gradually away, still believe, that journey in the wind and rain, have you, have me, smile of affection. The past, the heart, the feeling, everything, all in time, the hands of our grasp, just that the breeze through the fingers, yingying, no sense. Like, who can catch the summer tree shade, the mottled shadow. After all, we are just passing through this world in a hurry, and between you and me, between me and him chiller system design, is nothing but looking forward to the meeting in parting, and the separation after meeting again. I would like to think that people can have this period of a little edge, has been a god's great gift, but would like to this journey of the company, can more warm beautiful, turning away, do not hurt. I am a step away from the distant, and some fate in the doomed opportunity to meet, not forward, not back, always separated by a line of distance. Do not close, there will never be separation, and let me miss the easy delivery, but not - worried about. Time will turn everything into the past, pain or happiness. The road ahead is still so long, I am not in a rush to catch up, I will not look back for something, for the invisible future, I never assume. I just want to see my life complete, because I know that another person in another place has the same feeling as me. People near middle age, such as the season already late autumn, how much hope, my old age Ultra V Lift, but also an old wind. After all is afraid of the old, the woman's fear, should be the heart more silk QQ lost. This age, suddenly do not dare to wayward, suddenly do not dare to indulge, even love, but also an evening on the thin paper. Those young love that can be broken bones, at this time, also did not have the ability of self-healing. Have not had time to be young, have not had time to make a trek for the heart, old, face to face. Swim in the edge of the red dust, no longer easy to be touched by some warmth, nor for someone or something, moving the heart of quiet for a long time. The soft heart, which has since been carefully collected, indifferent and alienated, the achievements of the light wind alone proud. Long after the age of entanglement, those dancing hearts, the point opened master of orthopaedics hong kong, you are a warm in my memory; Closed, I am still the woman of tea in the fireworks. All met, only in the bottom of my heart gently read, and then, again smile. If say, between person and person's first sight, always is amazing beauty. We are not new to the world. What we really want, however, is the four seasons of life, spring can see a hundred flowers, summer can have thousands of green, autumn can be a pool of dew, winter can be a stove cooking wine. In this world, I wish we had more time and happiness.
