Cold winter, wanton permeates the space, outside the window the drizzle, the damp chill in the air, silent deep rendering that a loss of heart. Fleeting, many memories become forgotten in the time pull and push, many things in my heart into a deep loneliness. Miss, always hiding in the lonely corner, partly hidden and partly visible. The fingertips, toss the dream guy around shadows. Thinking of you from afar. In this cold winter, are you okay?
Time, thin Confidante, deep missing. When, in the time of the nagging, missing you has become a habit, those thoughts with you through the bloom of youth. Looking back, still remember the past time, in the warm winter afternoon light, you hold my hand, those words tasted the fleeting in the smile. Warm sunshine with pleasing afternoon around you my palm, the connection that a thoughts.
How many times come back, look at the familiar scenes, can't help thinking of those who once fragment. Looking at a lot of things of the past, think you ever smile, want to in your eyes that gentle, innocent smiling face to you. Now, you have to leave, I will no longer belong to once there. We seem to be walking the red hurriedly, carelessly lost each other, with each other and slowly away.
Walk, have been lost, I always thought that, for the lost thing, have left, I will gradually give these to the forgotten, once with you in the together time forgotten, to let oneself towards another play. But, when a yearning has become a habit, no matter how many people passed, whether experienced parting clutch, much like you, a sentence of a simple word, but how many hidden reluctant discourse. In the winter, if you ride, I would warm the heart.
Think you, let me know how bitter and love of missing a person, let me know, even if we miss the green years, also can let me forget you. In this cold winter, want you to keep me warm the thin cool season. I put my missing for you, for your love, written words, lightly cooked into a tea, this you cannot know love, milled into smoke, only time will miss to you.
A mill unease, remember we once agreed. Now, I do not know the original naive joke will realize. Just because of youth, we all need to pursue their own things, so the beginning of the story will be doomed parting. Maybe when we really grow up, really know when the choice, will know who will be who each other, who can with one's life.