Write a love letter, the distances time Met a fireworks show, with a cycle time, flow through the purple too late to say goodbye MSI, I have been away from the light. - - Text / off dB - - Love is always a deep one shallow passed, time is always a roll on the passage of a flash. I lean on the door in time and space, looking youthful wandering, with a former love, getting away from me. Suddenly discovered that part of one’s youth are simply wonderful nostalgia is quietly hidden, leaving only the mottled memory, and vague, you and my fireworks years. Lingering rain in October after the end of a row, finally ushered in the warm sun. Soak up the sun walking on campus when the sun has been eager to quilt, I call the over and over again looking at all the clothing you can enjoy the sun when it was hidden in the diary of a yellowing photograph also will shake out, and instantly all the memories flood spread as the last float to the surface layers of spray, hit the heart of the most flexible place - we usually call it the soul do not want to mention. Perhaps, I write a love letter to you to miss the distances, the distances time. Star shake off, like water through fingers like pouring down, in my mind as to form meaningful allure of the face. You remember the fall of that year it? You wear a clean white T-shirt, buy a new white sneakers, pure like a little angel. You just bought a new bike, so sly smile, naturally Dengzhe I turn it around. I am anxious, pull you put down you pulled from the car. You fell heavily to the ground, had fresh clothes stained with the dirty mud. You must hurt, right? But you just tapped, grin and said, is not pain. I believe, looking at new cars to try it. Then in a time of practice, and again after the fall, I can finally ride the wind like you fly. Now, when I was in Hangzhou, a crowded street when riding a bicycle, emerges is your trademark smile. But I do not know what you’re facing is that you go back later to blame the parents. Love blossoms when you ask me what the most beautiful flowers. I always say that cactus. You always shook his head, like a teacher, and then said slowly, as is the rose flower. When you say the most beautiful roses bloom, then your eyes like rainy springs, seriously, we are roses, roses open only to clusters of beautiful, so we have to always be together. I laughed, you laughed, revealing a small eye teeth, then the stream as clean as bright as the sun thoroughly brilliant. But now the sun is still shining warm, I feel extremely cold? Why roses open, I did not feel it’s beautiful out? Remember the snow of that year it? We are like two fools with the same roll in the snow. I have a snowball in his hand was on so straight into your neck, you frozen four bounce, but still cold in my hand that held my hand when the hard breath. But, you know? Last snow, I rubbed a snowball in the snow, on the inexplicable crying. Perhaps the weather is cold enough, my tears do not become icicles, but the hand sank, never to your warm breath of. Remember the year of fireworks do? We sat quietly watch the fireworks yard long stone bench bloom fall away. Suddenly, you say, only a brief moment the beauty of fireworks, but will not leave people’s memories fade so quickly. I asked, puzzled you, just fireworks bloom, bright rose, I do not see joy on your face. You opened his mouth to say something, eventually nothing. And then you left, I did not solve all doubts when, on a quiet retreat away from my life. Perhaps then we have grown up, right? Have learned to silence, right? Possession of all learn to mind my heart, right? Fireworks Festival in Hangzhou a few days ago, you read it? Fireworks still just now, but lost the companionship of your smile. Your encouragement, your comfort, your smile, your words, your protection, your warmth, your depression, you are like the same movie in my mind back and forth play, the music is Faye Wong’s Posts cript: I remember one girl said, go back years, go back to yesterday, but we still nostalgic for the kind of truth, pure and moving. Time is like a wayward child, once away, they lost the. Would like to this article, dedicated to those who can not restore the years, as well as those who had lost a child in time.