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. Read your words, brings tears of heart. Listen footmarks old song, can not help but confused that the singer, if that is you singing softly in the ear. Memory is really very beautiful. I miss one. In his hut, he saw some things, heard this a voice, will miss the man since. Miss so mysterious, mysterious to many strong
And sensible to use it to load slowly. Or who prefer quiet thoughts, so that the pain will be less. Often ask myself, why not to forget why the total was firmly wrapped miss? Religious ties to the forgotten, perhaps even lose their own. The laissez-faire thinking of the time his thoughts on it! Maybe after the heart is no

To give up the motivation, phone suddenly pass, and you asked me to do, sometimes I have been asking what to do when I called, and I in the end want to do, even I do not know the answer, I can answer you? Of course not! A feeling, I do not often talked about it, I hid it deep
In the heart most. Not me pretending to be weak, but not me pretending to be sad. Extension of a feeling heart, rose slowly sliding open to. Think you can not help you care. Still missing you, missing you every detail, you really have parked in my soul. Now know that a person is true love will never forget. It
Will over time become increasingly deep engraved in my heart. Appear anywhere in the dark miss the waves. I do not know if you remember me, is whether or not you always do, even if you’re in the final minute to bury your love, and my heart has never stayed at that moment, the eternal silence of guarding the corner