Remember that it is no longer to repeat

Life in a lot of things have slipped by so fast and incredible, and it is that in a hurry and leave no trace. Yesterday, in the evening newspaper read an article entitled "love as a cup of hot tea" article, there is a love is a good description of the move me: "lovers is tea, the sentiment is boiling water, love as a hot cup of tea." Careful a taste, think what parable is brilliantly. There are a lot of everlasting life the fate of a story often can let a person remember and caring, nostalgic days I also will become abnormal fragile, enjoy the crazy and passionate hugs, always want to alone quietly hide in a person's thinking in the study life thoughts fate thinking happiness and family, also will be ill-advised to ask yourself some silly question. For example: love life, and life is eternal theme? Love life, and life to our gift is also not fair? Love yourself, and his will and betrays his own? A series of why often put her thoughts make very chaotic, sit in the time it hurts the most place for answer for yourself, product with a cup of fragrant teas, inner contradictions and vacant from intense transition to the lonely, that moment mourning helpless suffering I believe each would write poetry can deeply realize the feeling, it is a feeling of how sad!!!!!

You have to know love the went far away from me, I don't know the name of that city far away, the city didn't I remember when you the kind of warm, waiting for the life I only in the sleepless day bitter acacia, beautiful time of past often touches our young soul! Is that your long distance from greetings, often consoles me a broken heart. Who said: "love is a flag, in the youth castle flying high." I've always wanted to know which is this a philosopher to say! But I've been unable to know, as I have been to now cannot know you are now the situation as well.

I always believe in fate, believe that a life...... the doomed, as I always believe you me from the beautiful met with his fate.

Spring is coming, planted in my side of the plant green small plant spit out new bud, I wonder if you will in order to I at the beginning of impulse and recklessly still? Miss in the past, is a cup of past old both tasteful, charming drunk already. When memory became pieces of the yellow leaves in the wind, cold, are you able to take of that you shouldn't accept without end?

In order to say goodbye to yesterday's helpless, I learned to forget, learn to forget, if forgotten is just no longer to miss no longer sad heartache, and no longer stop thinking about and care of words, so, I want to remember exactly is no longer to repeat, right?