Early spring. With the beautiful time forward, those in the past, such as a petal, scattered in the depths of memory; such as the wind blowing, innocently, always not stop the reason.

All of a sudden, I’ve met you thus, in such an ordinary cannot again ordinary day, in order to have in the past days, you give me so much warmth. Because the soul always treasure that a karma born of light affection.

Out of the window and the wind, quietly sitting in the window to listen to the wind, blowing up the green and a little deeper, I saw the wind from the leaves, flowers after. Don’t want to ask again last fall how many red? Don’t want to ask her to stay, those have the petals, eventually falling into the mud.

Now, I belong to my soul space, back and forth, repeatedly, in a different mood interpretation of life form. Time gently from my fingers, my heart, in your eyes become calm indifferent. Your warmth, gradually is also my eyes hidden in the deep. All in all, the original good, will be better.

Some people say:” life is a journey of drift, met everybody is a beautiful accident!” Maybe, I just your life traveler, just meet by chance when a chance encounter. In fact, I very cherish this inexplicable feelings, that is, it can make my drifting heart, find a hiding place! Let me so far look, watching the dream to meet you; be silent, and a lingering beautiful scenery!