Everyone's tear marks will eventually become the pattern of the story, or blossom.
Life is only a few short decades, these years have been different, we have traveled a lot, a lot of people, more or less stories, walked a lot of roads, we have walked and passed a lot of people. In just a few decades of life, we will do the same together again and again, in such a beautiful youth, we have gone through a lot of each year, but what we have to remember is also to leave the traces of those years.
Time flies really fast, youth is not short, we have to grasp even a minute and a second in our hands, but what we want to grasp is the footsteps of the years, can not be repeated, repeat a little bit, we must cherish this second, youth, will be used to wait for the next intersection.
The footsteps of winter are approaching, still walking, but the wind is still windy next to the ear, winter to spring, this originally warm winter, but with this winter is a little far away, people unconsciously walked all year and together in this season. Walking along, I can't help but sigh, a year's visit. Looking at the walk, I can't help but sigh and look back. This is how we met before this winter went to spring. There were so many beautiful years, but now, they are so far away, so disconnected, connected, but so disconnected.
This year has passed, and this year is another year. The passage of time has taken away a little reluctance, unwilling love, but it is not in contact. The time that was once was always so cruel, whether it was what was taken away or what had been we were already. It is always a person's fantasy that reveals some life, and some people have left.