Wind Flower

 Ye, as in previous years the city's summer, the heat intolerable.
is the kind of dazzling white light, street noise everywhere still shocking Vanity Fair. always felt he was free in the city outside, still can not integrate into the the kind of wanton publicity, and now it is as calm and collected, such as sealing the busy greeting, or even smile.
ye, in fact I do not know how to describe the past between us.
to you, I However, a trivial.
to me, it is a no hugging, no kissing, no love, then love it make me suffocate.
I always thought that life would be a person, a warm, approachable The man, a clean and long fingers, a casual smile, gaze, warm in this life, and this person should be with you. but, ye, doomed love with you that life not me. I have repeatedly tried to leave, do not Look not to write any text about you. quietly hide in the deep night, thinking that they can be forgotten, thinking that they can start again.
day, my birthday, friends brought to exquisite cakes. point Let me make a wish candles lit, and then the other side of the cake on the table, saying that blew out on the can wish for. how can I blow the candles twinkling uphold. They advised me smile clamor: the game is dead, the heart it hh, instant raging out of my tears, for a long time, and finally admit that I did not forget you.
my vow is to make you love me.
ye, There is a song, wind flowers, the song says, do not spend close to the wind, the wind that the old flowers once the closer will be without it, from chasing the life, suffering life hh
a love wind flowers.