Time, with my young memory, unhurried walked, I followed the footsteps of time, walk up and down with the brilliance of the sun, and thus further all the way to.. Memories of yesterday, filled with the taste of parting, always appears dim silence, cool breeze blows over, took me to express melancholy, like the fallen petal sentient beings had no intention of water lost in memories of the long corridor, thus accustomed to the dark appearance, accustomed to the silent dead lamp. When night fall...
