雪は空中にあります

Sitting under the light, gently opened the bookcase, dig out the reluctant discarded letterhead, suddenly want to find back the feeling of the past. However, when read mood surge, read the heart sour, read the misty eyes,best travel mugs I suddenly sad to find, I couldn't go back to yesterday, also cannot restore a expired happiness, the Yellow letterhead is yellow when the color of the story. Originally, all the snow bright is but a youth Xie as sadness, we can never escape time ruling, we are not too complicated, but the air is too cruel.
Refers to the slit width, time lost, playground swing butterfly fly. The development of a pool Sumo, want to draw that brilliant smile you sunshine, cut a section of time, want to carve out when you promise, just, long years, the pale is more than mountains and rivers, there are those who say good forever. Now, in the wind, still haunted by thoughts, when flowers fall, sad still churning, it was raining, memories are still in trouble, turn back, you already not in.

The silence of the time, the pear snowy, days of innocence, so gone. Into the mortal world, rub shoulders have flow in, already can not find a familiar figure, just know to fireworks easy cold, personnel easy points sadness, also only seen in heard, passed after the discovery, Xiao Feng Lengyue, willow Luoying is but a journey in the moment of youth. Want to know, if there is an afterlife in this world, if there is an afterlife, the innocent years, we miss the people, meet people, this is a meet, what if met, and this is a result of what?
I think that hold a city, will hold a memory, I think, keeping a memory, just hold the missing feelings, I thought, keep a lost love, hold a person not to. However, flower, ebb and flow, and that on the way back home, I still could not see the familiar figure, only I, at the time the station became a tree posture, will the wooded toward you to the direction of. Spring and autumn came, long spring breeze blowing through the Kroraina area north of the Great Wall, rustling autumn wind blowing red bridge the maple leaf, I wasted body in the wind a lot of old, but these, so far away, you know? Riding horses, over mountains, Freight Forwarder across the water, in a familiar place, look at the setting sun in the western sky, it agreed to go to see the steady stream of people, now to where?