Love is dead
Love is dead, what the enemy
So a year over the coming year, or to be so in the past. I do not know a stable behind the depression,recycle netbook or depression in a stable after all.
But they had a long wait, and life, such as waiting in the disappearance. Passes in front of the heated water in the winding, forgotten in death Shupang floating towards the students in the evening. Deep in the mountains fall down in the spring complex in the shadows, floating in the sky north-south Yan group.
The cold wind, whistling in the ear burst. The end of the year, the beginning of next year, once again living like a desert wind lanterns rolling grass usually flip past. Bag glued to the body, day after day, get up, school, class, school, home, study up. Temperature of the sun in winter does not shed lazy, but my mind was more and more cold.
Young with a lot of time is the time to wander, only a few moments to grow. Like the memory of the junior high school, like life, like water flowing out of the mind shot, remember, there is then a few moments, then look back a few, then a few pictures, stick in the memory unbreakable.
Do not know when the clock pointer around the hundreds of thousands of 12-point, through the Long March is far more than the distance, 20-year-old, 30 years old, 40 years old.trade-in netbook After a busy day in the shuttle in the workplace, learn to sleek sophistication fought for survival when the busy rush, will remember the young and frivolous, and the remaining classrooms in the evening sunset.
At that time the world should also dramatically changed the appearance of it.
Also long after graduating from high school or, re-entering the school, the classroom door open dusty. See the dust flying in the messy tables and chairs. Blackboard,man sang pearl jewellery but also keep the mathematical equation of a Road inextricably linked problems.
What mood do.
