The marriage of their time and memory, always very subtle very strange. Plan to forget forget, do not want to forget, yet they can be remember, just want to remember, always vague, wouldn't like to remember, remain remembered without reason. Many have to don't forget, but it surely was the obsession through the fade. There's those who think they forget, the least discuss me. Originally, the memory of those people who were not forgotten, since that forgotten, and not really forgotten. Perhaps owing to miss very hard for too long, it is going to occasionally confuse reality and memories, many piles of woven perfectly into a dream. Because the hands of time back, everything to history, so familiar, and also so true. Can dream objective, since of course, always awake. Beautiful scenes settled, here we are at reality. The whole set of good are cruel, more beautiful. The harder cruel whenever the burst; are all good short, like fireworks in the night sky, just gorgeous instant; are usually good heavy, can not help but feel lucky knowing. Dream more beautiful, more sad reality, an excellent and distinctive contrast, again beating heart only persist. Think an excessive amount of, inevitably hurt excessively. Crying, possibly not a result of the sad, perhaps because happiness; silence, definitely not by reason of anger, perhaps because of loneliness. Tears of sadness forever only to prove arsenic intoxication, but sometimes not replace the existence of grief. Long road, the changes belonging to the total help people, not sufficiently strong, nevertheless reality too stiff. And loneliness is without a doubt born, but sometimes, caused by busy and forgotten; Sometimes, mainly because of the joy and concealed; sometimes overlooked simply because of pain. Feel, doesn't indicate which does not exist, as a shadow-like around about loneliness, in doing my heart, during my dreams, in the invisible corner, quietly watching. The moment the dead of night, alone, may become unforgettable feel. Explored, examining the sky, what exactly is not looking, but lonely, just lonely. The heavens is extremely big, if you can possibly accommodate each of the sadness away. Lonely birds, and lonely people, mutual self-pity. Flowers bloom, the grass long dry grass, Yan Yan to start, everything come, easy can start a rush. Like become old, through the years in a big hurry. Thinking back, unfortunately Fame, simple hurt. Cheng pulls dreams have switched vanished, has become can not open back empty sigh. Years gone. The prior to now, tangible signs were blown over, scattered in the grass. Invisible thoughts, they relax the depths of memory, slightly inattentive and ran out disrupting the calm heart.