Cherry Lin

There is a place, always in the journey, in the landscape, there is a rub shoulders, there is an encounter, always thought; if met, will not leave. There was a man, love too, so dearly loved, that miss in the heart. Always thought that, as long as pay all my heart, always in exchange for care, just a little bit of comfort. Suddenly one day, gone, gone, never want to mention, mention that sorrow exists. Always think forget easily, but it takes a lifetime. The imprint is engraved on my heart., who tore heart crack lung, that section of all feelings, in the heart of the real. Farewell in the memories of life, remember; heart, knowing that is missed, but also in the heart keep a positionproduct labeling.

Sometimes; want to go to a city, because miss the people there. For a moment; but again unwilling to mention, just because the injured heart, deeply touched the heart of paiCCIBA. I thought, memories, that time can be forgotten, however, more extended deeper. In fact; I know the text can always understand me, understand all my feelings, because I love writing, writing; love me, I love the word that ancient writing, that the affective dialogue, I love writing, unknown to talk, I prefer the light during a write sorrow. As the river of years long passage of time, such as the song to sing. Whether; sadness had had time to look, only the end of happinessMen fashion?

In those years; we all have a dream, has the dream, the hearts of the rigid, there was hurt and pain. In those years; we have the hearts of a unknown emotion, love a person is to love yourself. With that, everything is worth it, many years later, when once again, in memory of roll over, only to find, at that time, those who reside in the memories of the story, funny and naive, so a happy once, long in the memory of the color, at the time of the change yellow leaves, such as, once, once, always later later, we all know, there is always a sad, do not want to mention.