A small town near the Yellow Sea

Love, light, scattered, sober, and run with the wind forgotten !
The preface
We passed by love, never find love! Is it time or love to let go of love? Both have a long time, love will turn light, people will be tired. What kind of love is eternal, what kind of two people, even if the whole life will not be tired?
Suddenly no longer believe in love, no longer believe that the so-called sugary words. Some love is just a winter sunshine, summer is coming, is no longer warm. Love, light, scattered, sober, and run with the wind forgotten!
The road ahead is confused, where should I go? Stop here dare not go down, afraid of losing each other's original intention. The hand is cold, the heart has cooled, I am looking for love on the way, lost love suv car rental.
Life is a long journey, want to not so lonely, but who can accompany themselves to the last. Busy end, people should learn to adapt to one's loneliness, and a man walking on a strange road, watching strange scenery and fleeting experience of passing through the seasons, wind and frost, one day, we have sour, sweet, bitter, hot, quickly wake up to errors, the end is not able to get what you want.
So, for the people, no longer sad farewell to love, resentment, brief encounter, is a beautiful long life on the road, amazing time, magnificent brilliant life. Maybe years later, I will forget, that day of the year, I in order to find you, lost himself.
Everyone has their own story, memory preservation time is limited, perhaps the rest of life, do not break the world of mortals, always provoke a dust, Qingjian time, years of Yanran, all only fragments. Have you thought of a city, bustling bright, love with your life forever!
Perhaps those ups and downs give us strength to make us more determined to face life. Some people not to go but forever in the hearts of some people to go, leaving only faint traces, some people go and it is always a stranger dermes.
The scorching sun, let the heart exposed in the sun, let love flying in the world, some people have been to your world, and disappear in a day, not lost, not sad, meet, acquaintance is the most beautiful met, the wind light cloud will pale.
Maybe one day, we will have another look at that time, become miss the heart, and the space you have seen, I wrote the text, the red pen, a laughter, sadness like the snow in the sky, in the years after ablation at the time of the other side.
You say, you people, still? I quietly hide themselves, and may no longer be like years ago, the innocence of standing in front of you, even to the smile in the mirror to practice repeatedly. Thank you, I remember many years later, I still see in written text, but we can never go back to the past, then, no goodbye, no farewell, just stop at that time, and those beautiful picture!
Let love, with the sunshine through the room, full of heart, my mind was filled with what? In the morning you reach out and hold me in your arms. Nostalgia is the most beautiful plot, so that they have forgotten the damage to each other, accustomed to silence, the past exudes fragrance, we passed by love, so that each ran the world!