Autumn, act out, when you love the alone stood on the balcony, pinglan looked at the distant sun quartermaster. The sky, orange sunset with the tenderness of the sunset, shone on the face, smoothing his heart that say a disappointments. The autumn wind blow dry eyes moist, I don't know what is the season and down and let the air around the desolate, and the years so it is.
Around November, it is late autumn, the sense of cool meaning more clear. Whenever his lost the shadow of the wandering at the crossroads once again, seem to hear thin cool breath of the sound slightly raise sigh. I don't know if it is the wind as a share of their inner struggle. Head, wipe the grey colour is still floating, linger.
Fall, seems to be thrown into all the colors, overnight to everything around the road yellow. I always thought the time back, everything is still the same. Looking back, only to find that, the time has gone far away. Many memories, a lot of years green has disappeared, leaving only the incomplete and gently sigh.
Forget how much time goes by, to how much green time, hazy only in mind, not only lost in memory. Still remember last year today, we are still a group of students simply, we are not in the outside around the outside of dispute, the circle of life is still in the original simple, live a simple life. Now, once familiar scenes are fuzzy, fuzzy in that year's pure, blurring the that group of people together for countless ages. A lot of trace, a lot of people, all fades in the slowly fuzzy.
Miss, to express the thought of many things of the past, for the person who let oneself very yearning. Forget how much in a hurry in the finger tip and the time flow to, just remember that the group of the most true, and the miss most years. How much regret, how much the diffused love is a kind of sentimentally attached to it. Accustomed to at this time, watching the sunset sink slowly, quietly miss the original green, miss around far-away place of that group, missed at the beginning of time.
Has been always thought, a loving person, who would you want to be, will be in precipitation, slowly fade away. Long time will also a lot of good promise, a lot of good things of weathering. Helpless in the wind the skirt of the moments, when his lips remain thin cool autumn, I just know, originally I am a nostalgic person, will only keep the original time to comfort themselves.
The trace of time lost beauty, precipitation too much, also changed too many people, the only constant is that the most real emotions. Perhaps one day, when we are each other the time's weathered erosion beyond recognition, recall the original scene, still will light the way, how are you, my good!
The autumn wind, is still as same as the past is that bleak flavor, a lot of things, as always, a lot of people are in the world of mortals upheaval successively separated. That all may have been doomed, all the sadness, has been written, and we can only go to habit. Dissension accustomed to the outside, see light the clutch sadness, maybe we can only in the heart has a place, put the time in the past, so good.
Time thin cool many past and goes by too many too many QingJian traces, the only constant is that the most real emotions. And at the beginning of many things, we have been unable to recover, may have been erased by years, may be what we had already been abandoned. Looking back, when the autumn wind blowing at the instant of the hair again, I can only light holding the emotion to chase the ever green, the missing.