You a years that IPoplar and willows, the water sparkling in the breeze, peach still laugh spring breeze, it is a beautiful spring. The sunlight is very good, is only the shadow is still lonely shaking; We still is the air around the night sky is very beautiful, just a small company. I to the mentality of how to enjoy the good time, the so-called world I know beauty is beauty, is to have a pleasant mood to carefully taste, I admit, I lack of something.
Holding the book from the library, walked all the way back to the dormitory, through the comings and goings of the crowd. Occasional glimpse of little lovers hand in hand; Occasionally heard the laughter of the crowd; Occasionally meet people like I walk alone; Sometimes also can see people running, just, the size of the campus, so many people, we will always be a traveler, never had a nod, a smile.
Innocent age; One of your smile into my heart. Like secretly pay attention to you; Like secretly miss you; Remember you sunshine smile, eager to encounter with you beautiful; Fantasy you gentle arms; Make a romantic encounter with you, and then secretly silly smiling. In that season, full of fragrance of my heart a little secret, the secret of the secretly put you in my heart .
Even if I don't understand your world, but still still like you called me a fool; Even if I know your movement is normal, but still silly steal to smile; Even if I know a lot of things just by chance, is romantic, or their fantasy into the taste of happiness. Just, sometimes feel like you are the sunshine smile not for me. Your natural state but let me read a word ambiguity. Later and later, just understand, is I think too much, suddenly very sad, because you're not for me, is this little river of sorrow?
Put you in the heart for a long time, but never mentioned to you, to experience the process of sour, sweet, stare at to see you all very good will secretly buried his head to smile, still pretend everything looks very natural; Secretly give ear to hear you sad thing, will secretly recorded in the diary, then bite a written to think how to help you, all records, the last write full blessing to you silently.
You a years that I, perhaps is only suitable for this kind of secretly unrequited love, at that age I, full of little secret, is you don't know. Occasionally remind of, if when I brave say it out, will have different endings. Perhaps, at that time the unrequited love already has nothing to do with courage, not cowardice, also not brave enough, just, we unconsciously to study the performance of a no dress rehearsal, improvisation, follow the feelings to observe, to ponder, walking down but don't know, time is gone, lost feelings. Perhaps, the so-called unrequited love is let's remember, probably is because it did not say, always be a mystery, all fans because of hazy and beautiful. In those years to miss the heavy rain, will be a beautiful wutong rain? Will only companion we slowly grow, mature our minds service apartment in hong kong.
