For a long time, I felt the pain of my heart, self pity and regret, but I did not find relief. I may say, as my friends say, the poor man, there must be a hated place. Love is deep, but there is no hatred. Inadvertently, I wonder if you are still choking at a corner, and if you are still sighing in a certain arms. It is my most panic to lose the bright face, and I can't pull it out. I'm often afraid to hear two words of place and time, and maybe you know the reason only. The disorderly thoughts were burned up and down once and again, but they were like the grass - like wind. In fact, I have been wandering in the way of loving you, but can not pretend to kill. Cut off the only contact, read all is controlled to catch up. The distance is never the end of you and me. If there is a chance, there will be a reunion. Every time I meet you again, I have full of love and love, I do not go to meet your sweet smile. At the end, the pain is intense, the abnormal migration between love and pain of pleasure for me to get rid of. I fear through, but worried that you cannot be aware of, which makes me like a bandit. I don't know this feeling will be mixed with me? In a constant state of anxiety. Breaking and recasting, the dying soul of the soul is struggling in my heart. For a long time can not be calm, such as ripples of breath, spun between pain and longing. Perhaps I look to you, a passerby, a story, a hand of fireworks. The world of your eyes may not be the whiteness of my eyes. Maybe I would have been doomed to love when I was in love. Once a long time is beautiful, but only once. The injured heart washed almost all of your life and my life in the bitter tears, and the original full heart was hollowed out and haggard. At that time, we fell in love in a flash like two firstborn rocks, tumbling, intertwined and bursting in the sweet love. The first born Qionglu, such as hot flame, with the misty like shining stars. Over the mountains and rivers, through the muddy. Water, nourish, rock rounded, and the luster shine like crystal. The only reliable criterion of truth is always to be consistent. I'm standing in the noisy street. The blue sky, the breeze whisking over the low air, the light smell of flower fragrance, just like the first picture of our first sight. Maybe you've forgotten that I really know you at noon in my dull time. Maybe, I've never mentioned it, that meeting is my sunny day. Our meeting is love, the deep love, the heart of love, but not long. Even if not the end of household, also to not let love cease. I can do it, maybe you will not accept it, but what I want to do most, in love and hate, and hope you continue to deliver yourself to love.