these , I was very moved , have been very satisfied !I cherish every moment we met .

Later, wandering in the distance , I walk through the city on the road, slowly familiar strange , but once familiar quietly away , with the world 's blossoms fade, shadow passes, past scenes together a scattered, original the past is a hard back Rearranging , even if the same , but in the end is not the same game as if the world did not have two identical leaves, had to admit that , growing up is out of the window style.

Years invisible , unable to retain what we , in the end , or a white one ; Years tangible , a Zhang face the vicissitudes of life that we walked the witness ; lived, offer themselves for years unharmed .

Early in the morning , the dream did not wake .

That night, I calm my revealing this August the first sincere smile , without any impurities.