Zhang said: Among thousands of people meet the person you want to meet, thousands of years, the time in the wilderness, neither earlier nor later step, you happen to meet.
Love, in fact, the point is that somehow encounter and pull unclear relationship that point, that point is met when the throbbing heart. Neither earlier nor later step in the cycle of time knows no boundaries, and just at that point, just that age, just met.
Almost three years, when I open that long preserved QQ, and you look at those every second, as if everything is still yesterday. Time will let memory be incomplete, with the exception of that part belongs to you, as clearly shown signs. Time such as water, always silent. I do not know if you remember how much now about the memories of the past, or only remember two. You're not a quiet woman, in the long course of years, how to hold the first bud and joy of it?
Feelings, always tangled, and how to say where it is right?
We remember that it was the second year after the end of two years of feelings, I hope your uncle holding bear standing downstairs, it was the only one I did not feel the warm spring morning, I was afraid to miss you, five o'clock waiting downstairs, early spring season still people can not help trembling. When you see a contemptuous gesture, I was actually speechless.
After the sun rises, in the familiar road wander, feeling to do a dream, like a stubborn person, mad to fight, but not enough people who love you, how will care about you shed many tears, eating too much pain.
I always teetering on the edge of love, even sorrow seemed so compact. During that time, I deleted all her contact information, when you see her lying quietly album photos, I hesitated, and finally with a lie to deceive ourselves, with another QQ saved. Always thought that when you can go to the old age before they can open.
I do not know, three years is the salvation or catastrophe, I once thought you doing, you wil
Love, in fact, the point is that somehow encounter and pull unclear relationship that point, that point is met when the throbbing heart. Neither earlier nor later step in the cycle of time knows no boundaries, and just at that point, just that age, just met.
Almost three years, when I open that long preserved QQ, and you look at those every second, as if everything is still yesterday. Time will let memory be incomplete, with the exception of that part belongs to you, as clearly shown signs. Time such as water, always silent. I do not know if you remember how much now about the memories of the past, or only remember two. You're not a quiet woman, in the long course of years, how to hold the first bud and joy of it?
Feelings, always tangled, and how to say where it is right?
We remember that it was the second year after the end of two years of feelings, I hope your uncle holding bear standing downstairs, it was the only one I did not feel the warm spring morning, I was afraid to miss you, five o'clock waiting downstairs, early spring season still people can not help trembling. When you see a contemptuous gesture, I was actually speechless.
After the sun rises, in the familiar road wander, feeling to do a dream, like a stubborn person, mad to fight, but not enough people who love you, how will care about you shed many tears, eating too much pain.
I always teetering on the edge of love, even sorrow seemed so compact. During that time, I deleted all her contact information, when you see her lying quietly album photos, I hesitated, and finally with a lie to deceive ourselves, with another QQ saved. Always thought that when you can go to the old age before they can open.
I do not know, three years is the salvation or catastrophe, I once thought you doing, you wil