Everyone's heart, there is a memory hidden in the bottom of the heart, do not touch, do not recall, followed by silence, or thin or heavy, are left to their own. For a long time, insipid is the whole interpretation of life, a person, a city, locked in the bottom of the heart of that person, with the passage of time, the passage of time, suddenly recalled that bitterness is the only mark.
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The seasonal wind, blowing with no effort, in a twinkling of an eye, met with the early summer, the scenery of flowers, secretly zero in the wind, the pace of spring, fast enough to question, no efforts of induction, a deviation, is the news of yesterday.
Often imagine, if you did not leave, I have not been alienated, you and I eyes out of the affection, according to the early summer of a touch of lush, blooming as beautiful as flowers.
Remember that year, that day, also according to the freshness of early summer, the sun is soft, shining on the earth, you come, with a smile on your face, a sentence: Hello, opened the distance between two strangers, old retro restaurant, soft music sounded, we briefly introduce ourselves, your hobbies, travel, likes, music, often do some things casually, and laugh at yourself I have the laziest thoughts. I smile, but I also appreciate the kind of freedom. In a short afternoon, we briefly talked about the joy of life, do not do, do not avoid, simple goodwill, naturally rise, you say, I laugh, I answer, you make noise, the tacit understanding of words, with unexplained magnetic force, relaxed and happy breath, just wander in my heart.
Strange city, wandering emptiness, busy rhythm, careless invasion, knowing you, like a spring, gurgling into a dry well, like a sweet stream over the field, life becomes not so boring, a person's weekend, think of you, a text message, we will meet, watch a movie, taste a meal, so start a period of seemingly indifferent dependence. You have never said whether you have affection for me, nor have I mentioned my love for you. I just want to indulge in this comfortable feeling and enjoy the warmth it brings to each other.
On a breezy summer night, it is still the familiar restaurant and the table and chair. I tease you, you look tired and hesitant, without the wit and wit of the past, a mouthful of smoke covers your figure. I feel that you have something on your mind, and I am silent and silent with you. The time of a cup of tea passed, you said softly: you want to leave, leave the city, to feel the wider world. I was stunned for a moment. I didn't know what kind of spoken English to use to pick up your topic. Come to think of it, in the two years that you and I have known each other, we never seem to mention that the common vision of life seems to be independent of each other, or separate individuals. A burst of sour, over the bottom of my heart, inexplicable sadness, overwhelming attacks, can only try to calm the mood, smiled and said to you: may you live a more wonderful self.
Life has returned to the past, hard work, simple daily travel, walking blindly in the crowd, no longer habitual to see your information, do not expect, that familiar stone road, can meet you, your number is also quietly out of the order. Everything just floats away without leaving a trace.
Years go on, flowers, another season, favorite roses, always shake out your memory, the corners of the mouth smile, is once the most innocent oneself, whispering in the ear, suspected that you left behind the breath, has not dissipated, now think, where have you gone? You know, I am still in this city, waiting for you, never leave.
Words / river water
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