Sea-scented Beach

Every day of this time, I'd turn on my computer. My wearines and troubles for one day would disappear when I thinking of you. Sitting silently, facing toward screen stare flankly, distinct color let brain a blank of me at the beginning, a word can not be written out either. Open the music, open and irritate beer, smoke and prop up cigarettes. Perhaps they can stimulate to my nerve, always think of you at this time, think of your appearance. As thinking of your when, always present the bunches of characters, perhaps because you gave me inspiration, space creating to me. Perhaps is used to, anyway at this time, I will be for your crazy poem of writing補習社.

Yes, we meet inadvertently. Like novel, have one romance and bright beginning as a lot of TV play. Carefree, we look like the innocent child, only belong to each other. Even if it falls down, hands will hold tightly together. It seems not to separate either all one's life, does not have evil our heart to depend on extremely frivolously together. Sky always blue at that time, know what name agony, injure and not perplexed. Perhaps it is that period of happy years, become the present dream. Look around only in the dream, that section wipes the happy time not going. It's a pity, can only write down your everything, now memory bit by bit with characters at that time just, can only piece together your incomplete appearance in memory in characters, for your crazy poem of writing成立公司.

Later, we left. Having left that stretch of blue sky that belongs to us, our place. Has begun purposeless roam, in order to forget all happiness. Certainly, all these can only end with the agony. I still remember the appearance that you shed tears, the twinkling of an eye when you smiled. I wonder anything, I always think of you it is successful to reap, in me, always think of you when I am lonely and frustrated, I begin not to understand your eyes, when I look back to you, everything is so strange. Have, admit one's own fragility, say, want, leave, stepping, turning on stepping slowly. As if I have been made the pigeon of the mark by you, no matter where I fly to, are all pieces in your hand. I have to admit I have failed, the thorough one has failed, you are like a passage, have already stored in my brain, has not deleted. Your mobile phone has already shut down, can not ask about the news about you with the friend too. Unless disappear sights on you at I, like air, there will be trace. Perhaps you have already become others' wife, the one that has put on you and looked forward to has been married the clothing, the ring unseen for ages, live a happy life. If is really in that case, I am very gratified, bless you. I will be with a smile for your crazy poem of writing.

I am a grain of sand, you are a grain of dust, perhaps the wind will gather you and me to congeal lots and lots of years later.

I let one wisp fly away in the wind fragrantly, can lose the direction in the soft sunshine of May. Try to let the kite fly away, the ones that let it be very high are in the sky, draw the line very long and very long, then let go of hands, let it enjoy a trip to. Perhaps that line will be hung at the end of the branch, perhaps will run into affectionate people's hands, perhaps will cross over that boundless and indistinct universe暑期活動.

Try to let myself fly away, wish eagerly oneself is a grit. Blow to you when the wind gets up, the body attached to you, make the mole of your centre of the palm. Adore your beauty, it is obviously most difficult to wipe the seal killed to leave you, when you disappear, the tears which are done your bitterness are dripped瑜伽.

Try to let dreams fly away, I have you in my dreams, it's enough!