Le 30 septembre 2015, 04:54 dans Humeurs • 0
Lost youth, has become a distant memory, it seems that never came, made me keep in mind, those happy days, going away from me, those painful feelings, but it became sustenance I miss. Youth, when you carries with it, it is worthless until it runs out, all have a meaning. Miss, we were digging wild scene when a child; I miss, we had a word for little hands hook with the feeling .
When I was young, I thought he was very young, because then wrinkles far away from us, so I felt his young advantage is to enjoy the time, such as the Pentium pony I ride in the green grass, Everything is so beautiful. Lost things in memory only once debauchery, once crazy, once ignorant, and now want to come, but also may serve as nostalgia thing in life, but as a drop of water drops falling, unable to retain all the good will soon disappear, We have indulgence, once crazy, but just to better memories.
Memorable is floating in the wind a piece of paper filled with words of love letters, heavy weight towed the people's heart. Still dream of a better, waiting for love, I do not read novels, I see people like the novel, dream heaven, love, Hawthorn ...... what is good, as long as the youth was dead; nothing is unforgettable, as long as the youth in passing. That he had not been, the original is a rare feeling, the feeling of experience leave, the vicissitudes of life, helpless. I can only lifted his foot, continued on our way.
In this world, no one can really identify with the pain of another person. Pain, I can have the number of youth, I can also have much time to fill their own future. Once for love and desperate struggle, just make yourself a little fragmented weakest, and finally understand, finally know I am proud of the youth left the capital just so I have enough reasons to black and blue.