When the song ends, Acacia becomes a reminiscence.

Sleep in the spring breeze suddenly wake up, the air is slightly moist, as if a rain, or shed tears all night. With the cold moonlight, along the memory of the vine, began to miss, miss those who can not walk the time. The past twinkles one after another, who is still in the Acacia River? The cool lips, not told for a long time, the butterfly-shaped paper kite in a trance flew over the sea of memory

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In fact, have always wanted to write some bits and pieces of words between us, woven into love stories, but have been slow to pick up the pen, afraid to write to the weak sadness, emotions accidentally out of control, flooded with tears in the eyes. In any case, please allow me to persist for once tonight, even if the heartache spreads into the sea.

Has been lingering in your world, refused to leave. After such a long journey, I have collected too many memories. Finally understand that to you, I am after all a small grain of dust, so small that I left with choked tears, you have not noticed. Seems to know the meaning of letting go, just know the tears, invisible swaying in the heart of the constant pain of reincarnation.

Many of the stories in front of our eyes are still so clear, but also so vague, once we were so convinced, so persistent feelings, how today have become beyond recognition. Suddenly found that he is very stupid, stupid not. I swear I will never feel sorry for you again, but I smiled again and burst into tears. Laugh at yourself is always so stupid, always easily hurt by you. Want to forget, want to escape. However, I have more than I can do, but I can't do it.

I don't know how long it will take for such a sad day not to be sad, and when such sad thoughts will come to an end. However, today's inexplicable sadness, inexplicably sad, it seems that we can only go so far, there will be no tomorrow. Always afraid that the obsession left for you can not be continued; always sad, those who have passed together, crying and laughing days are difficult to look back. In fact, we know that there are a lot of things we have never been able to achieve, but can not let go, always impractical memory of you, ignoring the reality is always so cruel, some good memories will always disappear in the passage of time.

Those times that accompany you, always seem to pass so quickly, before we have time to recall those good things have quietly left, leaving me alone gentle thoughts. You always walked silently into my dream, like the laughter of the day, but finally left the end of the song, empty, the cold state of the world, everything has become a memory.

I pretended to laugh happily, hiding the sadness that others could not see clearly, and every day I used busyness to disguise my fragility and helplessness. The regret in my heart always burns my eyes when I come back in the middle of the night, provoking my tears to flow wantonly. Is it true that I thought too desperately between us, and eventually drew a circle as a prison, imprisoning the youth dream of ignorance for how many years?

The night is slowly sinking, and the cool air-conditioning at night pervades the city without you. A person's world, very quiet, quiet can hear their own breathing and heartbeat. I am alone at the lonely window, looking at the city that belongs to you. Quiet night, I close my eyes, trying to find your existence, the word of love, look too light, hurt others; look too seriously, hurt myself. Say goodbye, we really never see each other again.

Sometimes, you may give all your heart, but in exchange, the result is only helplessness. There is always a single cycle of the song will make us inexplicably sad, the song will always tacit understanding to pull our thoughts closer. There are always some words that make us feel deeply about the same plot. There are a lot of emotions that I can't make it happen one by one.

The best love always has regrets. That regret, turned into a curl of sound, keep a long heart. The reincarnation of the four seasons, the years are changing mercilessly. When spring comes, birds sing and flowers fragrance, we enjoy the beauty of spring, but can not look forward to their own wonderful in the reincarnation.

But you know by whom these slim leaves are cut out? The wind of early spring is sharp as scissor blade. Thoughts walk in the scenery without you, the memory feels the breath of spring alone. I stand foolishly in this night, all the feelings for you, unexpectedly a little sad unconsciously. Originally calm for a long time of state of mind, at this time there are slight ripples, thinking of our past. Souvenir in the emotional world, not all sincerity, all pay will be rewarded, the cruel reality is ruthless after all, not what we want to do. Those Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling) who once thought they could, was just a ridiculous misunderstanding. When we continue to be attached, how ridiculous and sad it is in the eyes of others.

In this way, I stood foolishly between heaven and earth, letting the spring breeze like scissors blow through my frown. A sigh of helplessness, just! Release the thoughts that have been blocked for such a long time, and want to let all the troubles and the past fly to the distant place together with the night wind. In the haze, I seem to have returned to the time before we knew each other, when I was living a carefree life, with nothing to ask for and no place to rely on.

Times have changed, things have changed, once memories are still beating clearly in front of my eyes, although we have been out of touch for a long time, but I know that you have been thinking about me, just like me. Every time when sadness comes, I go shopping, watch movies, parties and so on with my friends. I think I will slowly forget you in the lively scene, but why there are tears behind the smile.

Suddenly think of a lot of things about you, I unexpectedly silly smile, I know that you are the concern of my life, even though empty regret: your world I am just passing by.

Let me do everything I can to stay, but you insist on choosing to go, you said that fate has come to an end, why go hard to ask. I was silent, and your figure soon disappeared in front of me.

No matter how much I miss you and call you, you don't want to listen to me asking you to stay again and again. It turns out that all this has been disconsolate!

You say: love itself is a game of your love and wish, and you will leave naturally when you are tired. It turns out that I have treated passers-by as passers-by all my life. If you want to see the truth, you need some experience and pain. Our biggest mistake is that we didn't pass each other at the moment we met. If I had rubbed my shoulders in the first place, maybe I would not have felt so painful today.

When I look back, I can't believe I'm looking for someone to talk to. Originally, in all the process of paying, for one you, I unexpectedly lost the whole world that belongs to myself. In the end, I found that what I lost was not you, but I lost myself. All this is just a monologue arranged by God for me. My heart hurts so much that I don't feel pain after it hurts too much. I can't remember the light and shadow of those barges.

Later, the time played down the heartbeat, the distance loosened the missing, or miss that amazing confession, tossed into a song. A lot of people were missed at that age. At that time, the spring breeze was fragrant all the way, who was waiting for you under the cherry tree?

Author: Duoduo