I took all these years for your love all written in a letter, to give you a letter letter days. You can't see it tore it into pieces, let the debris floating in the wind.
Since you came into my world, time has become suddenly and slowly. Time flies when we are together, and when we are separated from the two places, time passes by. But regardless of the time pass away at what speed are accumulated into a long years, witnessed we meet, met, fell in love.
I always believe that the long time will continue until we leave this world at that moment, imagine one day white haired we would sit in a rocking chair, you a sentence I sentence memories years of dribs and drabs, exclamation time flies, Thanksgiving finally accompany in your side is always each other together fortunately had to give up.
However, the time is passing, the heart is also changing. We agreed not to half a lifetime, you have to give up halfway. I try to keep you, to give you a love letter, all the feelings you have to do with your emotions. At the time of writing, I almost wrote a few words on a tear, I believe you will be moved. When I handed you the letter. I am looking forward to you after reading it will like me moved and don't give up, but you received the letter of the first action is to tear a letter, then face does not matter, the only remaining fragments towards me fling readily, for a time, shredder everywhere.
Through the swirling disk, I saw you on the face of disdain and taunt, then you turn left back. The paper falls on me, but I think it is a thousand pounds. I slowly raise a scrap of paper in hand, paper is just the word "love". I squatted down to pick up the scraps of paper, a carefully picked up, for fear of missing any piece of.
I put all the scraps of paper collected, to restore it. Each piece of paper even if it is only a word or two, I know it is a part of. All the pieces of paper were back in my position, but still missing a few pieces, no longer complete. I gave them a piece of sticky, looks too horrible to look at. The missing parts, parts of the fold, like my heart, was completely shredded, some part seems to have with the missing parts of the wind gone, again also could not come back.
This time the love letter, start is in order to retain you, but is now more like a sacrifice to this affection, a record of all our experience and I all mood. Every single word or phrase with my most sincere emotion, no flowery rhetoric, not deliberately techniques, like running water naturally to my heart word does not leak to write. When you mercilessly tear it up, crushing is not only your letter, and my heart. And I put together it is not only a love letter, and I for you.
To give you a love letter, this is to move you, how the last only I was moved. Maybe you decided to leave, no matter how I keep you will not stay for me. I don't know the hate you so decisive and dismissive of my pay and feelings, or the glad you so ruthless, let I to you thoroughly. However, I think this is not important, we hereto. Since then, I do not appeal before the situation, do not read the past, let the years static good, not because of your regeneration joys and sorrows.
我把這些年所有對(duì)你的戀慕全部寫進(jìn)了一封信里，給你一封歲月情書。你看也沒看就把它撕得粉碎，任由碎片隨風(fēng)飄蕩。
自從你走進(jìn)我的世界，時(shí)間就變得忽快忽慢。我們?cè)谝黄鸬臅r(shí)候，時(shí)間過得飛快；我們分隔兩地的時(shí)候，時(shí)間龜速走過。但無論時(shí)間以怎樣的速度流逝，都累積成一段漫長的歲月，見證著我們的相遇、相識(shí)、相戀。
我一直相信這段漫長歲月會(huì)持續(xù)到我們離開這個(gè)世界的那一刻，想象著有一天白發(fā)蒼蒼的我們會(huì)坐在搖椅上，你一句我一句地回憶歲月里的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴，一起感嘆光陰似箭，一起感恩最后陪在自己身邊的人一直是對(duì)方，一起慶幸當(dāng)初的不放棄。
然而，時(shí)間在流逝，人心也在改變。我們說好的一輩子還沒到一半，你就要半途而廢。我試著挽留你，給你一封歲月情書，把所有與你有關(guān)的情感都寫進(jìn)里面。在寫的時(shí)候，我?guī)缀鯇憥拙渚鸵粢淮螠I，相信你也會(huì)感動(dòng)的。當(dāng)我把這封情書遞給你時(shí)，我期待你看完之后會(huì)和我一樣感動(dòng)和不舍，可是你接過信的第一個(gè)動(dòng)作就是撕信，然后一臉無所謂地把僅余的碎片朝我隨手一扔，一時(shí)間，碎紙滿天飛。
透過紛飛的紙片，我看到了你臉上的不屑和嘲諷，然后是你轉(zhuǎn)身離開的背影。紙片輕盈地落在我身上，卻讓我覺得有千斤重。我緩緩地抬手把其中一張碎紙拿在手上，紙片上恰好是“愛”這個(gè)字。我蹲下來撿起地上的碎紙，一張一張仔細(xì)地?fù)焓埃逻z漏了任何一小片。
我把所有碎紙片收集起來，準(zhǔn)備還原它。每一張紙片哪怕上面只是只言片語，我也清楚地知道它是哪一個(gè)部分。全部紙片都被我回歸原位了，可惜依然缺少了幾片，不再完整。我把它們一片一片地黏好，看起來慘不忍睹。缺少的部分，褶皺的部分，都像是我的心，被徹底撕碎，有些部分似乎也隨著那些遺失的部分隨風(fēng)遠(yuǎn)逝，再也找不回來了。
這封歲月情書，一開始是為了挽留你，但現(xiàn)在更像是對(duì)這份感情的祭奠，記錄著我們?nèi)康慕?jīng)歷和我所有的心情。一字一句都帶著我最真摯的情感，沒有華麗的辭藻，沒有刻意的手法，如流水般自然而然地把我的心聲一字不漏地寫出來。當(dāng)你無情地把它撕碎時(shí)，粉碎的不僅是你手中的信紙，還有我的心。而我拼湊出來的也不僅是情書，還有我對(duì)你的余情。
給你一封歲月情書，本是為了感動(dòng)你，怎料最后只有我被感動(dòng)了?；蛟S你早就決定要離開，無論我如何挽留你都不會(huì)為我留下來。我不知該恨你如此決絕，對(duì)我的付出和感情不屑一顧，還是該慶幸你這么無情，讓我對(duì)你徹底死心。但是，我想這都不重要了，我們到此為止，從此我不訴前情，不念過往，讓歲月靜好，不會(huì)因你再生悲歡。
Since you came into my world, time has become suddenly and slowly. Time flies when we are together, and when we are separated from the two places, time passes by. But regardless of the time pass away at what speed are accumulated into a long years, witnessed we meet, met, fell in love.
I always believe that the long time will continue until we leave this world at that moment, imagine one day white haired we would sit in a rocking chair, you a sentence I sentence memories years of dribs and drabs, exclamation time flies, Thanksgiving finally accompany in your side is always each other together fortunately had to give up.
However, the time is passing, the heart is also changing. We agreed not to half a lifetime, you have to give up halfway. I try to keep you, to give you a love letter, all the feelings you have to do with your emotions. At the time of writing, I almost wrote a few words on a tear, I believe you will be moved. When I handed you the letter. I am looking forward to you after reading it will like me moved and don't give up, but you received the letter of the first action is to tear a letter, then face does not matter, the only remaining fragments towards me fling readily, for a time, shredder everywhere.
Through the swirling disk, I saw you on the face of disdain and taunt, then you turn left back. The paper falls on me, but I think it is a thousand pounds. I slowly raise a scrap of paper in hand, paper is just the word "love". I squatted down to pick up the scraps of paper, a carefully picked up, for fear of missing any piece of.
I put all the scraps of paper collected, to restore it. Each piece of paper even if it is only a word or two, I know it is a part of. All the pieces of paper were back in my position, but still missing a few pieces, no longer complete. I gave them a piece of sticky, looks too horrible to look at. The missing parts, parts of the fold, like my heart, was completely shredded, some part seems to have with the missing parts of the wind gone, again also could not come back.
This time the love letter, start is in order to retain you, but is now more like a sacrifice to this affection, a record of all our experience and I all mood. Every single word or phrase with my most sincere emotion, no flowery rhetoric, not deliberately techniques, like running water naturally to my heart word does not leak to write. When you mercilessly tear it up, crushing is not only your letter, and my heart. And I put together it is not only a love letter, and I for you.
To give you a love letter, this is to move you, how the last only I was moved. Maybe you decided to leave, no matter how I keep you will not stay for me. I don't know the hate you so decisive and dismissive of my pay and feelings, or the glad you so ruthless, let I to you thoroughly. However, I think this is not important, we hereto. Since then, I do not appeal before the situation, do not read the past, let the years static good, not because of your regeneration joys and sorrows.
我把這些年所有對(duì)你的戀慕全部寫進(jìn)了一封信里，給你一封歲月情書。你看也沒看就把它撕得粉碎，任由碎片隨風(fēng)飄蕩。
自從你走進(jìn)我的世界，時(shí)間就變得忽快忽慢。我們?cè)谝黄鸬臅r(shí)候，時(shí)間過得飛快；我們分隔兩地的時(shí)候，時(shí)間龜速走過。但無論時(shí)間以怎樣的速度流逝，都累積成一段漫長的歲月，見證著我們的相遇、相識(shí)、相戀。
我一直相信這段漫長歲月會(huì)持續(xù)到我們離開這個(gè)世界的那一刻，想象著有一天白發(fā)蒼蒼的我們會(huì)坐在搖椅上，你一句我一句地回憶歲月里的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴，一起感嘆光陰似箭，一起感恩最后陪在自己身邊的人一直是對(duì)方，一起慶幸當(dāng)初的不放棄。
然而，時(shí)間在流逝，人心也在改變。我們說好的一輩子還沒到一半，你就要半途而廢。我試著挽留你，給你一封歲月情書，把所有與你有關(guān)的情感都寫進(jìn)里面。在寫的時(shí)候，我?guī)缀鯇憥拙渚鸵粢淮螠I，相信你也會(huì)感動(dòng)的。當(dāng)我把這封情書遞給你時(shí)，我期待你看完之后會(huì)和我一樣感動(dòng)和不舍，可是你接過信的第一個(gè)動(dòng)作就是撕信，然后一臉無所謂地把僅余的碎片朝我隨手一扔，一時(shí)間，碎紙滿天飛。
透過紛飛的紙片，我看到了你臉上的不屑和嘲諷，然后是你轉(zhuǎn)身離開的背影。紙片輕盈地落在我身上，卻讓我覺得有千斤重。我緩緩地抬手把其中一張碎紙拿在手上，紙片上恰好是“愛”這個(gè)字。我蹲下來撿起地上的碎紙，一張一張仔細(xì)地?fù)焓埃逻z漏了任何一小片。
我把所有碎紙片收集起來，準(zhǔn)備還原它。每一張紙片哪怕上面只是只言片語，我也清楚地知道它是哪一個(gè)部分。全部紙片都被我回歸原位了，可惜依然缺少了幾片，不再完整。我把它們一片一片地黏好，看起來慘不忍睹。缺少的部分，褶皺的部分，都像是我的心，被徹底撕碎，有些部分似乎也隨著那些遺失的部分隨風(fēng)遠(yuǎn)逝，再也找不回來了。
這封歲月情書，一開始是為了挽留你，但現(xiàn)在更像是對(duì)這份感情的祭奠，記錄著我們?nèi)康慕?jīng)歷和我所有的心情。一字一句都帶著我最真摯的情感，沒有華麗的辭藻，沒有刻意的手法，如流水般自然而然地把我的心聲一字不漏地寫出來。當(dāng)你無情地把它撕碎時(shí)，粉碎的不僅是你手中的信紙，還有我的心。而我拼湊出來的也不僅是情書，還有我對(duì)你的余情。
給你一封歲月情書，本是為了感動(dòng)你，怎料最后只有我被感動(dòng)了?；蛟S你早就決定要離開，無論我如何挽留你都不會(huì)為我留下來。我不知該恨你如此決絕，對(duì)我的付出和感情不屑一顧，還是該慶幸你這么無情，讓我對(duì)你徹底死心。但是，我想這都不重要了，我們到此為止，從此我不訴前情，不念過往，讓歲月靜好，不會(huì)因你再生悲歡。