There is a period of youth for eternity. Cut a time and put it in the most beautiful paragraph. Keep it for ever. Time passes by. Just one more time, a lifetime has changed our appearance all the way. Goodbye our youth, left us once. Such a night different mood, reflecting the time. Late at night, I want to express my inner paragraph in words, but I can’t write the whole mood after all. After all, there is no quiet place to wander through the years. It seems that I can’t and can’t put everything I precipitate. Because it’s best to put it in your heart. There is no place safer than to put it in your heart. So let this period of time, from now on buried in my heart. No more mention, let the end of time. For silent eternity,
There is a period of youth, burial time. There are always some people who are desperate to retain it. There are always things that can’t be said until the end, they don’t have to be said anymore. Burying the past, we have too much silence. It’s like meeting on the way of time, but you don’t see what you pretend to do. Many years have passed, and I’ve always been here. Time has not passed here, I want the paragraph. Maybe the next time, we will meet a better shore. Years passed by, and we finally drifted farther and farther away. It’s too late to say goodbye or for that period. The past sad cry, everything to go is God. Prepared in the morning, we’ll just pass by.
There is a period of sadness, destined to become the song of life. Practice all the way from injury, autumn leaves can only go with the wind. Passers-by can only silently bless, perhaps life is a choice. It is also a kind of regret, along the track of time. Finding the end of what is called the years, we have only experienced it once along the way. Time has told us that so many travelers have been separated in fleeting years. What is fleeting years, fleeting years tell us. What is eternity? Standing alone on a mountain in the dark. It seems that I am isolated from the world, no voice and no noise. It’s so sad. So quiet, those silent years. Only quiet company and this quiet night,
Treasure the people, the road. We go farther and farther with time, the things around us. It’s you who can stay. Some roads are different. Time eventually put the wrong person on the wrong train, the farther away life is a train. Stop and go, there are stations, there are crowded people. In a hurry to catch up, some people took the wrong car on the journey. Someone sat down and it seemed that every scene was repeating. How long does it take to meet the right person on the way? The world really can meet, really too few.
There is a pain, I choose to remain silent forever. Some words choose not to mention, some roads choose to walk quietly. Some people have some feelings, some time is doomed. It’s the peak of strangers. Some people pass through our lives. Never leave any traces, some people are doomed to leave traces. But the tragedy of mistaking other lives has never ceased. It’s just a change of way, a change of place, a change of people. Some pain we don’t need to tell everyone. Because not all the pain can be said, some injuries are really no language. Can express can only be buried silently in words, this is our world is also a testimony of fleeting years.
At first you go through a period of ending. Become a strong self and bring your dreams with you. Finally, I got what I wanted, remember the beginning. You’re still the funny one. Time passes in a twinkling of an eye. We have more silence, but less language. Walk in the beginning of acquaintance, recall the picture so far away. As if it had happened just yesterday, there was nothing to say about that time. We always thought we were still there, but we just went back to the autumn and winter now. Passing through your sad heart, the first you. It’s just precipitation over time, what we’ve written down. I just can’t find the courage I had, but I can’t find it again. Long silent years,
Those years, those memories. Every scene that happened. It’s all a sign of parting. Every night is a sleepless night. Some things, after the precipitation of time. Always forgotten in the corner, and some figures meet in the boundless sea of scenery. Think this will go on, when the years pass. The vicissitudes of life that leave memories, whether will recall a scene. The trigger is buried in the heart of the yellowing, maybe understand. At the beginning, the so-called forgetting is only a temporary lost memory story. Flowing between the memories, I found that I thought it would always be. Accompanied by you, but at this time has long disappeared.
There is a period of ending, the experience of time has always been a long time. In those scattered people, there is still no news, regardless of the time of departure. Or the blessing of the distant. Believe those vagrants who walk back and forth from parting. Half of them will be better than thousands of words. There are many languages in the air that do not need to make sounds. There are also many silent vagrants that only those who like quiet can understand. Many years have passed by those who have walked together. Say good to go through storms together, go through years together until the last rainbow appears. Life is a journey, and those who appear are scattered. The last person to stay will be able to withstand the years.