I like to look back more than anyone else on their own way. I do not live to look back, but still leave me a grand time ran forward. I am a very conservative person, always refused to abandon the old memories and will from time to time to read my memories once again harvest the sad happy sad happy. These days I write over and over again to see past the log, read quietly sad to see my past I had to do with memories of happiness.
Read the text flowing in my pen, I thought the elves live to see the jump in behind me when covered with thorns to the road - that is the essence of my thinking. I read over and over again, over and over again by their own text moved, like those sad sad wizard text. This moment stung my heart.
I eagerly waited to when the road, muddy dry grief, the deep joy indifferent. I eagerly waited to when the road, see the invisible fault, remember remember the pain. And I eagerly waited to when the road, I do not give up along the way can see the seeds of hope. You can see down the road was covered with my life longing and despair, in that way for me to experience the hardships of Xiaorendezhi look like raw.
And I eagerly waited to when the road, but if it is at my feet in the sky. I like standing in twilight between the night the number of stars under the sky so confused child. I do not step on the return trip, ah me, when you let me way over and over again the heart-breaking sad, but I can not abandon me like you did abandon you. I could not bear could not bear to abandon me collection of you for so long. I was reluctant to bear in the past when the only sadness in my lonely grief with me.
I stood there, when I eagerly look forward to the road so vague. I reach out and touch is unparalleled the cold. Me why in my hands, but I clenched hands outstretched as I empty space inside the desolate.