The memory of the submerged in the dus

Today, xuyang is still rising, gradually the white light in the grey sky stretching, I on the pace of finely, walk in the path of the mall garden heat of summer, burning Yang cover in my head, through wisp of hair silk parched belong to our memories. jaylonsn blogspot blog

Don't know, this memory can maintain a few seconds? Don't want to let the hot light drying those flowed in the years ahead tender feelings, want to let you stay in the bleached sky I of that a moment, let all the fairy tale soaked in proper temperature.

Let the star fragile, remember that the heart of thin promise by agreement, where staying. Neither die, also not raised.

When some people, with the passage of time, be full of the memory of the submerged in the dust, and the feeling, but not with the loss of memory and forgotten moon in the marsh. Because of that, feeling really existed, that even if people walk, that once a throb of the feelings, but won't go far. kawayi4m livedoor blog

When the blank heart, put them in a story, will not easily forget. Even if across marks, without injury, this life without regrets, because those who once also is you take me through, because it was you have taught me how to emotions are hidden.