There is a kind of parting that is silent and silent
There is heartache in life, called love can not speak. The years are a thief, always inadvertently stealing many, and only when everything is lost, only heartache. Some love had to, each at the end of the world. "The world, in addition to life and death, which is not a leisurely thing." The father passed away in silence, their helpless look at the life of the people who love me eventually passed away, there are so many days I live in the thoughts, quietly looking at the blue sky, once the past like clouds of smoke. Father is the bridge, is the bridge to the other side, people lifelong only a bridge, for the continuation of its life bridge - the mind has a home, life is the road, and now the bridge is broken ......!
