Good-bye, my youth and I am most familiar stranger
10:37, 2009-Jul-5
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A friend asked me sad and not sad if it is very difficult to communicate. I said that is not the case, because I believe people have a common sentiment, that is loaded inside those things will eventually turn into the cerebral cortex we are all familiar with the memory, in a sentimental manner, and like looking at the sky position , similar to so lonely. Say that such a text a friend who can write, if we look to the world, these youth feelings of paper records as if the thin, fluttering all over the sky. We are the world in their own singing the same song, the melody Yinfollow this first youthful elegy. The same way a lonely, lonely same action. Used to bid farewell to, used to turn around, get used to the look of indifference, so get used to strangers.
Changes, always by surprise. Sensitive analysis of each of the outcome of his broken heart, not thinking and do not want to escape, so the back was injured, the bloodto know the immense pain. But only silence, can only cover your wounds to escape secretly. So telling myself to look at the sun, fat sour sore eyes to see, and bow before leaving. Small number of the world also need to shine the sun, because too much rain, emotion has been a long time did not take root.
To find that the sad and study over and over again, simply because those who bid farewell to heavy, those who turned in an instant, so clear, familiar and unfamiliar to those who are still unfamiliar with real eyes, to forget who is really the warm, eyes or in those who never had the warmth? But those smiles is so true but be absolutely sure, in the memory slowly go dim, no treasure Road left out.
In the crowd looked at each walk, each step are found with a heavy, we have put away the wings, have forgotten to fly the world in their own subsided.
Pour drink from a cup of bitter self-discretion, the youth struck a sad,to see flowers in summer to seeleaves. Still a human being, along its own trajectory.
Strange habits. As the virtual world networks, we are all have a story of strangers. No matter what kind of face on the network only one soul to find the energy to find, perhaps a reason for his calm, perhaps a perfect long-awaited encounter, they are packed with strange white become extraordinaryperfect. A look at, it was found that too much to imagine their perfect, so for all the reasons to find the lost.
Youth as a dream, fall back into the bustling, miserable everywhere, need to wake up to bow their heads before after, the road ahead no matter what, at this point in time have to depart from. Because the process can not stop time, loaded from the youth, the carrying of heavy luggage. Before.
The rise of a smile, the treasure hidden in the memories of that moment just as reluctant to leave, love deeply, it has been flowering in my mind, the petals wither identification with you, and quietly under the pressure pinch pages in the book . Friends, you really come. I am sad for you in a blooming of the purple lilac. But the scent you smell it?
Those people who do those dusty streets, a long time are not sent as a letter, put in a drawer to be forgotten. Accompanied by some not very calm restless heart, the quiet together.
When read without emotion, there appears to experienced eyes, we will forget how to others active in the world, and how to understand the past in the heart of the delay. The original is not even gucci handbag that sentimental forgotten all together.
People are forgetful.
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