Ended a busy day, Suddenly remembered the arrival of Tanabata Festival. The powder had already exploded in the Circle of Friends. Fortunately, I think of her in the evening.
All the time, are sealed in the memory of that time. We are all passing through time, meeting is just a prelude to parting.
The street at night is not quiet at the moment, the restless dance declares the vitality of youth. For the single me, it is nothing more than an indifferent plain day. Life , as always, move forward.
Love is good, but I choose to wait alone in the hard-to-find time of true love.
After the rain and snow that year, we missed each other's Reunion. To this end, we can only cherish the good in their memories. The world is like you, I will only travel alone without you.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, king and grandson return, I will hold a silver gun, waiting for your fresh clothes to anger the horse to step on the world.
