you never care about the past

~Those who wish to finally meet with the reality, and we finally meet.
us, you muddle through the past, I had a crush constantly forgive the past. I seem a good idea and you will all your little bad forgotten. But I fear this habit, I Payouyitian time you can not match anymore, I do not know how to deal with these habits, the love of your habits.
you never make me feel at ease to enjoy the right to love you. compared with the painful memories

Chu was born.

clearly off the fireworks off the end of the Xiyan rises from the weak, like I did many years ago was a charming dream.
that's the most quiet, smoke rising from a distance I was in full swing below you cook a meal for lunch or dinner. Life, and it was a relief to a flattening of the details, being concentrated in the nails I have a button for you or for you in the rugged back from the road waiting to no avail.
wake up in the morning, but you can not afford you had recalled the expression, a smile, or dodge. The memory of the night unknown, after all, the past can not let it gently, quietly going through the ups and downs of these secret hidden in the heart, do not tell you. Fleeting forever okay.
not matter what, as long as you love me in reality does not matter. www.qqjay.org.cn



you to remember this is my life and life, flood in every lonely night, and those who are lonely because of you the sky. Are reluctant to go deep in the night to cool off those warm, soft, entanglement is too thick, but you can not wave that tears flow easily gone.
my love is a wandering exile, with that goal a dream, chasing the end of you, was the beginning of starting a game. And you always give up when I want to give me enough confidence to hope; full of courage and confidence in my collection, when you again run away I have not catch the place barefoot. I have repeated time and again the life of overwhelming sadness and happiness.
because you, why are you all.
they said, when needle, minute and second hands, meet again at the 0:00 moment, a deep breath of 520, so that the smoke is so immersed in internal organs such as love you, you can as I love you so love me, I hope you do not like me love to Chisha, knows better than crazy, crazy to the heartache and pain to tears.
you know I was reluctant to bear to see you sad from the beginning, even if I were so sad. Therefore, the 520 really is I love you only, you never loved me.
I do not smoke, start to finish.
so you do not have such sorrow as I get to pay all return. Flirtatious burning to the end, only the air in the pass around. Tonight, no one remembers how it experienced a drowned brilliant. But it seems as I have so Audition to love, or how it will taste in the middle of the night I burst into tears. www.qqjay.org.cn

This is the first time you fired a 520, but also the last time I let myself think of you.
Since then, no relationship between you and me.
midnight.
toilets.
right hand lighter.
left index finger and ring finger tucked a 520.

520, meaning self-evident.
strong memories of being sad come in handy. Air, a slight dip and past lingering aroma of smoke into a swamp. Eyes in response to gentle, lyrical all wet.
all about, you, me, our story.
you I did not have time to participate in events of the past, that I have been exaggerated hearsay facts of your past. I can no longer care about and their own. You smile silhouette; eyes wrinkle thin; palm messy context, can be gentle arm around me, from the details to start editing the warmest place in my heart. From now on, secretly buried. So let it wallow in the past that had to accompany the person through your life now.
not had time to forgive yourself, at the earliest time to meet you.
me, you never care about the past, attached to your ear, back to thinking about all free of the past. But I have not told you, I've been waiting for you. You also know all my waiting just to meet with you. Then, and then hold your hand, old age together.