Already forgot how long have not seen you, should have for a long time! In the leave in time, then it? Not the least trace was found. will first annual evaporation. You know this is my heart can not bear the pain. For your dependence has not found, but after the separation feel close to missing a space. That is for you to stay? I don't know. Often the illusion that you are still around, to people shouting your name, and my heart is also with the joy a sink into the bottomless abyss. Originally, the thought of you is so crazy. Repeat your name, repeat your habits, repeat you my story. Silly, isn't it? Life has one exit someone replace sb., really want to tell you now, I made a lot of lovely friends. They like you have a warm smile, they also like you like wearing a clean pair of jeans. To regain that white time memory, childhood years when you face flicker in my memory. I think I really going to forget your face. Fading is emotion, gradually to the asymptotic only leave here. If one day, you in the crowd patted my shoulder and said HELLO, long time no see. I stared blankly at you with the vicissitudes of the face. To search for the face's memory in my mind. End in failure. Then you can just shrug and say. A few years no see you as in the past I was stupid...... Then I will burst into tears. With you about the past, and tell you now, to tell you the future. Or that we in this life no intersection as the two fell into the sea, fish in the sea. Searching, lazing, lacking beginning and end...... Young heart is too weak, can not withstand the wind and can't afford to waste it...... At the time we had been adamant that is decreed by fate, also once wayward fling caution to the winds to embrace, because you said that this is the two recent heart distance. Then we have the promise of water, placed on the mountain ". But finally hurried gone up young promise. Have scattered poly, is only a matter of time, white thousand turn back story, but the outcome is already decided. There are always some regret, some stories, to the old aftertaste. Perhaps in a Sundowners evening, I cuddle in the rocking chair, holding the Yellow album, wearing presbyopic glasses, withered hand trembling open the album, goodbye you young. Shaking his head said silly smile! You always say that I am hypocritical, proved a point that you are not wrong. I need think of any one thing is very poetic. I am hypocritical believes that it is a no love. I'm more sentimental think we are one. To live to old, two did not leave, and not give up, but I was wrong, very wrong and outrageous. In the time before love small like the corn, the wind blows, on the loose......
