The passage of time
The time quietly reminds me: I have to bid farewell to what. Leave, always silently. A person at all, that sooner or later indifferent about his memories. Hear, but forget a person, he will appear in your dreams. I had to laugh: did not put him to remember? Indeed, after the recall in the wake of surge. Like the stars, you don't get to see during the day, at night, turbulent waves mixed with the cold wind, let the eyes on. When I look back, helpless feelings: change is you and I, is the same time, really can not go back, then there is no room for. Remember the love of the class. Under the shadow of the sun, smiling in the wind of five years, 21 people in the house. From the day of graduation to last summer, I always think, do not miss. Because we are in, can create different kind of touched. Then I will say: " the remaining 20 people, you are my most hot summer, miss not temperature, but my summer really melt. " Now, I expect there are still people who can resonate with me. Recently, and a primary school classmates contact, when I mention of intense interest to other partners, she is just being polite and avoid an awkward smile. So only silence. For her, this is like and some used to stay in their own world people encounter, only greetings Road: long time no see. This is different. The pure beautiful, stay with me. The remember spring plant lavender. She looks out the window and turnover, I see her gradually make florescence. Or hold her, by the windowsill. I told her that another year, now just a good sleep time is up. She also went to sleep. And I even at night, all water. She eventually wither. This short life, stay with me. Sad memories of exaggeration, the metaphor time flies. I run, or the time at large. Each draw further apart. The time quietly reminds me: what I'm farewell. |
