Years and years
The years are long, emotions are unpredictable, who will silently in the unknown has been waiting for you ah? If you do not love you very much, how can you silently wait for you in the unknown? So "people who love you do not necessarily afford to wait for you, but people who wait for you must be very much in love with you." A friend of mine, a boy chased her for many years, but she hesitated to get along with people as good friends and not as boyfriends. The boy is actually quite good, is eng...
Years and years
The years are long, emotions are unpredictable, who will silently in the unknown has been waiting for you ah? If you do not love you very much, how can you silently wait for you in the unknown? So "people who love you do not necessarily afford to wait for you, but people who wait for you must be very much in love with you." A friend of mine, a boy chased her for many years, but she hesitated to get along with people as good friends and not as boyfriends. The boy is actually quite good, is eng...
The landscape that remains in the heart
The remaining unmelted snow of winter, the few lights scattered in the appendix, the endless night. The posture of the young mother and child is projected on the glass of the window, and the night is illusory together, blurring the illusion of the passing twilight. The child sleeps peacefully, occasionally twitching his nose and arching toward his mother's arms. The mother stared out the window, her pupils like a deep dark night, her arms bent around her child. When I think of my first t...
The landscape that remains in the heart
The remaining unmelted snow of winter, the few lights scattered in the appendix, the endless night. The posture of the young mother and child is projected on the glass of the window, and the night is illusory together, blurring the illusion of the passing twilight. The child sleeps peacefully, occasionally twitching his nose and arching toward his mother's arms. The mother stared out the window, her pupils like a deep dark night, her arms bent around her child. When I think of my first t...
