Years flow away quietly between the fingers, nothing left except memories.
Memories, the word seems slightly ironic, slightly sad.
This season I inexplicably sad Jimmy Wong, tell why.
Perhaps graduation season, perhaps melodramatic season.
There is sadness, there are thoughts.
Sadness: graduated, said goodbye but found never see.
Miss: the crush has long been distant from the blocked person.
A variety of complex emotions intertwined in my heart, a kind of Ganchangcunduan pain, invisible, intangible, but it can get a profound experience.
Perhaps because of parting, this season even more sad.
Perhaps because of sad, this season even more tough Jimmy Wong.
Perhaps because of tough, this season more thoughts.
Life is like time, one day less one day, a trace of nose to the grindstone, one second did not stop,
Memories like the Pentium rivers, like the surging waves, like rolling waves,
Always in the right place, the right time to emerge a little bit, freshwater pearl earrings or a happy laugh, cry or sad, after all, just gone past.
Memories, after all, memories.
In this season of inexplicable sadness, in the final analysis because of memories.
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