Even if I did, I don't know if I would quit but I doubt it
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2008-Aug-15
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The life is destined to be sad
If I do not love you, I do not think I will shed tears, if I am not desperate now, I do not think I will leave, if you love me, you will not injure me like this. If permitted, please let your memory, have no me.
Descend slowly and lightly shoulders, I clearly hear in first snow flake for winter, crying gently in sorrow in this season.
When she has not understood love, has met a person who loves her, when he said I loves you, feels that she has only ignorant expression in one's eyes, because she does not understand love what is one kind, just see boy's canthus and hang the brilliant and brilliant and bright thing, the sadness of a face that break to pieces, heart unexpected pain of her. What he want, say to her, can not open one's mouth really, the figure that can only see her leave away finally, he has just realized his eternal losing in this, she, the tears flow wantonly too.
Time is passing, some things will be being forgotten eventually, forget those smiles making me warm, forget people sorrow that I move ever those, forget those let happiness that I treasure never.
Whether, the wind dries up my tears, would not be grieved; Whether, the dream breaking to pieces, would not piece together; Whether, the person of the love, would not forget.
Once in a while when the wind blows that bunch of aeolian bells in front of the window, will remember too that once close at hand, but that girl falling scattered at the ends of the earth of now, remember her gentle smile, but time has already torn my memory into slices, it is passing to piece together the intact one out, remember and look like a piece of chains, imprison my soul, that clear face wipes the pain of injury not going in years, remind me go memory, and memory and tears can not be separated.
Some things will certainly corrode your memory of all one's life, can not get rid of.
Perhaps destiny is joking with everybody like this, the person that pursued earnestly by oneself, it is not the person accompanying you to pass by all one's life.
Perhaps, sad to can descend slowly and lightly with maple leaf for autumn during silent years too, we only need to remember those flow through story of the tears, perhaps protagonist of the story, just move and happy!
The life-long fortune has nothing in common with each other, the tragedy plays the same tune on different musical instruments. When withering away in love, regard love as all yous of life, has already withered away.
If the life is destined to be sad, we why bother once in love, destined shape and stranger, why is original husband and wife treating each other with courtesy.
Saw and dried up as a child fishing looks Confucianism of the track was with the story bathing in, the incomparable shock of heart. What deep love to want, just give up the tacit understanding, as a love, will just have lofty sentiments of living and dying together ...
If the life is destined to be sad, asks him to stay in the twinkling of an eye when the clear dance is flown upward. Such as butterfly that put out the fire, die, among warm chest, such as bird of nirvana, take phoenix not seeking death. |
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