Love,in some degree,is a kind of miss which last forever

Thought that everything has understand, in fact,it seem that they are not too smart, it will not be mature enough to have Ayutthaya like a knowledgeable around, therefore, experienced a bumpy and After that, silence again. Silence rather than for an individual, nor it is one thing for which, silence is also a kind of life, it is also a kind of survival. Choice of silence, and then select the helpless, therefore, from loneliness and solitude will be closely tied with my soul, locked my idea and dream. Before the time, always do the beautiful dream, like in a dream to enjoy a romantic encounter and Xiang Xin, as well as dependencies for years, with the likes chasing another person's feelings quietly put out the bottom of my heart, in her clear of the where fun and laughter and happiness can be such a dream will not have tomorrow, which is a disappointed? Or an empty can? Life is strange eccentric, maybe others do not view, may be the case in the eyes, and thought he was sincere, you can see flowers all over the floor of the world, and can be aware of, or to go a long way away, going the still to go, do not know or did not understand it, why bother holding so hung, hanged himself at a  tree called it? When I see the love of nature, to understand the meaning of love another, we also come to realize: the love, sometimes you miss is the Forever. Since ancient times, people love to pursue, that is, in order to come together, that is, in order to combine that quest for dependency, that is, in order to get married and have children bald, but now I do not look at it and understand that sometimes it is not love in order to be the other side, in fact, love is quietly concerned about a person, that is, quietly put her love into the atrium, and then secretly to miss and think about, and this is enough, why bother much must form.correct? Love is an emotional process of paying, love is not easy to get married, rather than romantic elopement, nor quietly on a clandestine love affair, love, and sometimes, that is so quietly, probably a lifetime do not know, maybe life is deeply buried in the bottom of my heart , but I loved, and had thoughts, what could be a sigh of regret with this? Did not know how to love, the always strange doing wishful dream, thinking that two people had to be affiliated, you can disregard everything, to abandon worldly affairs under the secular and commonplace, and then went to two people of the quiet life, and chant in the morning, at accompanied in the evening, she thought that the eyes of the pretty young Forever, thinking that every day can lead a happy day can be last for ever, how many lives are so significant? How many are you as romantic life? Writing the Romantic poets at poem, the novelist into the warmth at imagination, I am neither a poet nor a novelist, I am just an ordinary grass, therefore, can only be encouraged to do the dream, doing their own true true situation of things, as to say that others can understand and accept it, then I think too clearly why you. Sometimes, love is so deep, that is so long it is intended. This world is bizarre, but also are a variety of, and love it? Also have a wide range of, can not be the same, my love is so quietly and subtly also silent on others such as hidden in deep forests of Ganoderma lucidum, as perhaps never be found, maybe there will be dead, but I have no regret , because they have the pay-off, as once dreamed, what unsatisfactory, what have you not satisfied? llusions once before, once so innocent to have their own romantic exile, thought he was sincere and magnanimous, it can be sincere to find a confidant. In fact, this is not the Red imagine as simple and pure, do not watch any of my people, I also understood who? Want to understand each other, but also let me know each other, this is not too easy,therefore, some do not understand is can be forgiven, I have nothing to complain about it and sigh? They love deeply lock at the bottom of my heart now, so why bother to go cumbersome to explain, there is no need to sigh this sorrowful students, watching the distant figure, watching the people lost childhood, put the kind of miss the wind sent go, and then wait quietly and look forward to it, maybe one day ... ...