the way can not be separated from the sour, can not complain of the sorrow of love. Looking back, it is just to prove who is waiting for you in place; smile is just a sacrifice that once fell in love.
Want to pick a star, only for you to illuminate the road, guide you to pursue the footsteps of happiness. Want to hold a handful of clean spring, wash out the dust of your full face, for you to disperse a body of fatigue. I want to steal a breeze and blow dry sweat for you. Also want to pick a rainbow, decorate your beauty, only he can see your beauty, will have more pity for you.
Years, like a master of art, carving your youth, gradually carving out your beauty, revealing a different charm, that smile pulled who's heart.
Time, like a hard gardener, irrigate your heart and slowly open the beautiful flowers. To wait for the instant fragrance, and let who longs for a long time.
Turn that love into a paper kite; turn that miss into a cloud and hang it in the sky. In a trance, as if to see the sadness in your eyes when you look back, but with a smile of relief on your lips. Suddenly find that you are no longer simple, become like a book, obscure; like a poem, let people remember but full of sadness. Read you back only to understand you, but only in the meantime read a light sad infinite yearning, that's all.
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