Wind, blowing through the corner, walking the pace of light, blowing layers of ripples. Years of accumulation of the past, the wind one by one exposed in the earthly bustling, never wanted to forget, but never wanted to remember. But the wind, but all this memory, from the bottom of my heart, blowing, without any emotions. Years of flow, the silhouette of time in every corner of the street can be clearly visible, corner, they encounter fate, encounter love. Think about it, keep the share of persistent, in every sunset dawn, quietly waiting for the memory did not slip away. Those who did not remember the good, wet your eyes, your appearance, it appeared in the eyes, with tears, blurred. White plum said, because know, so compassionate. In this corner, is destined to meet, but also doomed parting. Fleeting depth, who and who know each other, because know, a look, a smile, without any words, do not have to say. Life, there are too many people appear in their own line of sight, whether it is hi is sad, but who really know their own? Through the four seasons of the reincarnation, who is still in that corner, alone waiting for the night in the quiet? Willing to read at the corner? The wind across the corner, so they have to mind on the mind. Miss is always happy, in the moonlight like water, miss in the heart of quiet flowers and flowers. A tree bloom, a tree flowers, silence of the night, there is always a face lingering in the heart, ups and downs, never fade. Smiles, involving the tenderness, like the midnight wind, swaying branches, gently shaking, all the sound, all the night dancing in the shadows, are the inner subtle and sensitive changes. All along, there are too many stories constantly repeated staged, and I, but do not want to mention the pen, do not want to use sad writing to write a tearful chapter. Every night, I sure, I miss you, miss your good, miss every one of you smile, miss your angry expression, so miss with me every night. Maybe, dream, or you? Plain fleeting, has been a sentimental woman, because of a TV series, a sad novel tears swollen eyes. Is such a hypocritical. Once upon a time, more than want to pen, the story belongs to me as a thick novel. However, often mention the pen, but I do not know where to write, the story is too long, or too complicated. In short, my monotonous ink can not describe the colorful life, only so, guarding the dark night, so that the story in the night dancing, and I, destined to just a spectator, destined only in such a windy night , Shed a thick miss, a person watching. Miss, according to the years of the ring, alone sigh. Thinking of a person's lonely, remembered a person's lonely. Just want to cross the corner in the wind, skip my skin moment, can touch his lonely. Put all the thoughts and worries in the windy night, the endless darkness is to cover up the best facial mask. Cry, tears, there are countless blink of an eye in the night, but will not laugh at themselves, only for you eclipsed. Just like tonight, the dark clouds cover the bright eyes of the sky, because you are crying with red eyes. Red rolling, love, is open in the dry desert in a beautiful flower. How many people dumped, how many people crazy. Love is the soul of two lonely soul cry, but also the heart and the heart of the collision of the spark, never extinguished. And miss, is the depth of the soul of the two entangled curves, you have me, I have you. Always want to put this a pure and beautiful love, collection in the whirlpool of time, so that a warm and tender permanent collection. With love, there is a miss. Those who have been diffuse through my eyes, heart deep thoughts, in the midnight silence, quietly blooming. Is not a withered flower, always located in the heart, exclusive side, did not leave a trace of cracks. All the youth, are here, by the years of storage, was buried time. Looking back, or miss the flowers, in the heart of the sea, charming and moving. Any time flies, years wasted, it's beautiful, motionless. In the plain years, through the corner, meet the love, is still a windy day, the wind blowing my long hair, fluttering sprinkle, hair blurred my line of sight, so you appear in my obscure line of sight, from , My world more than a touch of affection, a trace of romance. The vast sea of people, met is fate, met you that moment, my heart more than two warm words: miss. Miss, irrelevant, irrelevant earthly, just simply miss. So, dark night, like to chew you said every word, smile, then inadvertently climbed the cheek. Since then, the darkness is no longer dark, desolate is no longer bleak, because love, because miss.
