Laughter, sadness and sadness,
Gone with the wind ...
Want to reach out and stop, want to say stop,
Time, but let us pass by.
Looking at your distant back, I,
No words.
(That's it) suddenly. ...
In my opinion, you,
Gone,
Leave me alone in this world,
Oh, come and go!
I really want to ask you:
Me? What should I do? So lonely ...
Time flies,
But I can't get your answer.
The silence of the wind chimes,
Like the echo of tears in my heart,
Immerse yourself by my side.
It was loneliness after crying,
why ...
Even missed opportunities,
Neither!
From then on, "rain" is the best "spring water". Middle school students write "Let everything be locked in the mood diary".
The occasional rainy season,
The familiar figure comes from me,
Wandering in confusion before my eyes.
Chase forward,
All that remains is my memory,
Stand alone in the wind!
Perhaps, the past is unbearable;
Perhaps, silence is a friend;
Perhaps, this feeling can only be persistent;
Perhaps, missing always hides separation.
Or maybe:
Nothing is more memorable than "missing".
Passing by may be a pity.
A kind of pain,
But only this kind of hard-working mood.
Worth collecting.
Let everything go with the wind,
Breathe the world, the freshest air,
Let go of the past,
Lock, mood diary.