Saying good-bye is might not be because of not loving
05:23,24 grudzień 2009
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Saying good-bye is might not be because of not loving I have thought of embracing the cold moon in warm autumn, in circulating space-time, but my network unable to break through cloth of that common customs!
Sometimes because say good-bye to like, like we, can not put down that once palpitation all the time, but unwilling to return one step, even pick up the telephone, does not take a word out of the mouth either, care for each other obviously, love your sincerity obviously, but the words on the tip of one's tongue have succeeded, it is impossible for us!
How long we do not originally have the future one, even if we pass by hand in hand now, is not it still that helpless choice brush past finally to get?
Don't ask me the reason, I'm afraid I can't help turning round!
We do not need those words covered up to do the excuse, believe me, I never want to injure you
But I really let you unable to put down, originally thought time could dilute all, including our emotion, though does not hope so, I must be cruel, but I underestimate the imprinting on the bones and inscribing on the memory of first love, whom I should think of, should expect I strangle behind the these emotion personally in fact, it was the endless miss that was left one's own!
I do not know either whether my decision is a right or fault, sometimes the reason is irrational, those reasons that can't be regarded as the reason have become the reason too, then, I choose to escape ......
That piece let I boy of heartbeat when our all old time, I will cherish the memory of youth, that section is simple but bitterness is loved, but will you still remember that once a girl wander up and down in your life?
Remember that name, that deep and eternal name forever ......
You will not know my emotion, just as not know my miss to you, perhaps you think I have already forgotten you, though I really want to find you, I am afraid you have happiness, are afraid I will bother your calm life now, might as well but in this way, I know you well at least, it has been already enough ......
Miss getting long perhaps, getting much copies of care; Perhaps has waited and spoilt, has learnt silence. But the trace of years, while sweeping the yellow leaf descending slowly and lightly on day of autumn, left over, just some sense of loss not noticed, at a broken time of dream, when it is hated that the love has already developed into, the dense nip in the air, like the cold north wind of low quality, all memory in the past that icy, that was from cold tremble of one of bottom of heart, was the pain that the pit of the stomach would never dare to touch.