More than an obsession

　　You say, this spring, it seems to have a few more flowers, the air is cool, let the heart roll, he is a fire, burning your whole 24 years.

　　The day is just slightly bright, the morning light has not had time to warm your face, he said in a kind of aggrieved tone, said, the night is too long, can not wait to meet, wait until the heartbreak, that sweet is simply dipped in honey sugar, that period, you always a look of joy.

　　You say, this spring, it seems to have a few more flowers, the air is cool, let the heart roll, he is a fire, burning your whole 24 years old.

　　If there is a sound to miss, I'm afraid you have long been deafening. The love at that time, as if they do not know what is plain. Every day is a blast, car and horse chase, for fear that youth has a hint of regret, as if your chase the shallowest is also an obsession, obsessive miss, obsessive hang-ups as if there really will be the so-called forever.

　　When the train goes through the tunnel, when the darkness ushers in the brightness when you step by step, come to him, your hands are shaking, your heart is trembling, your world is spinning, all the hope, all the imagination at this moment will become the unveiling of the curtain, you think the following covered with a long-awaited face, is a warm embrace, is a surprise, is happy, is all you can not search for the word about happiness.

　　Unfortunately, what you think is not what you think. The curtain is lifted, a confusion, a heartbreak, that cover is not the deep love that he promised you, nor the eager wait for the day is not yet light, that cover is, the sadness of the passage of time, that cover is, time can not touch the panicked vision. You said, thanks to him, told a beautiful lie, let you see him before, are happy like a little woman.

　　You asked me if the story could be written beautifully, could it, at least look complete ...... I looked down and carefully asked you, the main character's heart died long ago, how complete ...... then 3 seconds later heard the sound of tears hitting the floor, deafening, just like When the beginning of what you think the miss looks like.

　　Writing time so many people, said it hurt who said it forgot who said it healed who said ...... I do not know, how to use language to describe a so persistent, you said to insist on remembering, even if it is unbearable, even if there is still some lingering, even if from tomorrow, no one else, with a resigned tone, looking forward to meeting you ...... you say that was yesterday, is your whole spring, that more than a few flowers of the illusion ......

　　Emotions go round and round, like a lost sheep, not like wild horses enjoy the freedom, but less bound insecurity, you ask me, is not, from then on, without themselves, began heartbreaking guilt, is not from then on spring flowers do not smell, the summer breeze is not cool, autumn is getting cooler, winter snow is not appreciated.

　　The girl, 24-year-old girl, in which there is no eternal pain like there is no eternal happiness, your yesterday, your attachment, your heart wound, but an obsession, your tomorrow, your expectations, your happiness, more than an obsession. The years do not hurt, you and I will eventually grow old, only a heart, in the world of ups and downs, will eventually reach the other side of what you are looking forward to it.

　　Girl, life is just an obsession, life is more than an obsession.