Bustling city, a steady stream of traffic and people , people without taking into account the views of the four seasons. It is said that in the city is difficult to see the stars, because it was too small. In fact, only you do not have the mood, surrounded by debauchery let you view him and not see.
I often stood on the balcony looking at the stars, thinking that we have had scenes. The city saw how many people like me in looking at the stars. Silently watching the stars in tears? Is not the lonely people like the stars?
Perhaps the city's fast-paced ORM, so even less love is gentle enough original. In retrospect, between me and him we did not have a lot of others can be touched the story, or in the eyes of the beholder, so how might say love lost lost it? Dramatic plot also deepened the memories hurt.
Is not it use "in one pair when there is a wrong" to explain it? King is the wrong person, but it seems wrong is my own. Because happy, so I do not calculate how long it can be maintained, for happiness, I never considered the gap between each other too much thought, because happy, I completely lost myself. The results of this happy time lasted seven months, in a sense of the day, we ended it all.
Time, like a diary, like a fast past, however, can be turned back to look at the diary, but it is not the time to return to the original time. He had promised to take me to many places, he had promised to take me to sing, he had promised to take me to travel, but now, he has no need fulfilled. They say the marriage, such as shoes do not fit known only to themselves , I think love is so right. Sweet time seven months after suffering the pain, and finally it was all over.
Like to do a short dream, a short night flashed like fireworks, colorful and instantly sink. Closet still lying he bought me clothes, drawer he helped me prepare the "medicine", each time after the two had been in place, I will think before pleasure. Perhaps then the beautiful language, then the beautiful past, are inferior to those of an injury is more profound. Scab wounds will slowly become a hard shell, but hidden under this hard shell, or a soft heart.