I know Missed will never go back, Lost will never again have. Only a heart that can never erase the pain, Time can be diluted but not forgotten, Grief can not be healed no trace. Love a person may only need to One hour A minute A second, Forget a person may need Life, Probably never forget Only over time will weaken, Will habit Will slowly retreated to the corner of memory. But mind, but leave a permanent knot.
Night time Always easy to awake. Do not want to think, However, these days are still Qiaoxia floating in my mind the text, In the cool autumn night, Still want to use their own words to struggle to express something. Under these fingertips text I appreciate more was the loneliness and solitude, Depression and decadence, people shivering cold. Personal stories behind each of the bitterness, Every night write down the text of the hearts of pain, At this point, the night started quietly on the network.
Once said, then Written word, Once the story, Pass in the current float, But that was a pale memory. Once you really think they can and knowing each other Xiangxi, Said would be much better care, Can pledge is so weak and fragile. Tonight, Qiu-ridden, A person Guard his solitude, Embraces his loneliness ... ...
Have imagined to go out to walk around Holding your hand, approached the strange scene in the wind. Fantasy count on your shoulders, Floating in the clouds to see the horizon, Splendour of the leaf to see the wind, See the tree slowly growing old.
Maybe you did not really know me Perhaps we'd meet a hurry. I have been obsessed with love, Misses, Heartache with. Do not know you will not recall the original tender and sweet? Will not think deplore? In fact, I always treasure, Is unwilling. Maybe God has destined to do in this life and your margin of this. Pain can not be shared, happiness can not share. Have not take advantage of the time, Lost time Then unable to recover. Missed, Also really missed.
Who would not love and be loved it? But not everyone loves. After all, your world without me. Not a condition you do not enjoy the happiness I give you, But gave up to have fun.
Loved, Others have been there. Lastly, the return flat. Missed will be lost, Lost forever ...... The rest is loneliness and loneliness.
Without you, Will be very lonely, Will be very lonely ... ...
Always believed that the night is the soul of the home, Autumn is the winter, as I believe an angel. Like night Used to the cold. In the weary dark of the world, Only in the middle of this darkness can not see their own grief.
Autumn night has been so cold, When winter came, Will also remember the warmth and heartache at the moment it? The text as messy messy feelings Loneliness was, Alone with, Heartache with, Eyes are moist things slide.
There are four seasons of reincarnation, Life did not return, Missed, Is forever missed, Forever lost.