Out of this life 3

In the middle of the night, a heartache came from a dream. Woke up, opened my eyes, and it was still dark outside. Leaning over, the quiet of the night was punctured by a steady snore on my pillow. And an emanation comes sweeping, and another nightmare comes sweeping.

Suddenly look back, so love to dream days for many years, because you have been living in my heart. Bought some of the nourishment that nourishes the body, poured some of the happy juice that makes oneself happy. But the so-called medicine had already failed.

I shouldn't have dreamed of you in such a season. But when the night is quiet, that unforgettable thoughts filled my whole mind. There is no reason, can not resist, do not miss you.

I do not know when, crystal tears have been like the light rain outside the window, the pitter-patter. Pillow is silent sobbing, accompanied by the warm dream, only to find that he is so desolate and helpless, lonely.

These years, only hope to use my thin nib to intercept your thoughts. Unexpectedly, the more the wound, the more deeply. Perhaps, it is destined to be a sentimental woman, the little worry in the dark night, can only be the nightmare that this life is not completed.

These years, I thought that the words can be written into the heart, about the injury and pain of that year, so attached to it went to now. After all, one day, years of vicissitudes of life face, just found that the heart is no longer young.

The room was silent, and the rumbling of the refrigerator made me a little restless. All the time, afraid of losing sleep in the night, afraid of thinking of you in the night, it is a kind of taste, in addition to me, almost no one can understand.

He got out of bed, opened the door quietly, stood on the balcony and looked to the other side of the sky. Distant mountains and rivers, near the pavilion, were all shrouded in deathly quiet, like a ghost wrapped in a black man appeared in my sight.

I have never been timid as a mouse, at this time, can not find the feeling of fear. Gently, stretch out a hand to go, try to catch the rain to wash face for oneself, more is to want to confirm is not still in a dream.

Rain, dripping full of the whole palm. In an instant, there is a trace of Qinliang spread through the bottom of my heart. Open the palm of the hand, cold rain along with warm tears from the fingertip of the gap between the slide down, not for a while, will be covered with a small balcony.

Early autumn season, this is the season of harvest, and you, but refuse to leave me. You see, the mottled light and shadow left your graceful body, it is so warm and clear. Watch your soul set free on the other side. I am heartbroken.

That day, is the anniversary of your death, is also my difficult day. The pain in my heart made me pass out several times. I thought about dying for you. However, a pair of strong hands took hold of me and pulled me back to the reality far away from you.

Living in the plain water day by day, time flies, three years of time broken time and space. I thought I'd forget all about you over time. Unexpectedly, as this day is approaching, I miss you more and more.

Day, warm and cold, must have been a person for you to prepare autumn clothes. If possible, I would like to tailor a love dress for you. In another country, I hope I can wear it for you one day.

If you can, I want to use the missing leaf, I deeply buried, in this season, to accompany you. I do not want to miss my soul, so that one day into the wilderness.

The rain is still falling, tears and rain blend with each other, overflowing with full heart, like a cup of coffee without sugar, astringent taste. In the cool and thin night, the heart grows wildly in the missing. Stand on tiptoe to release the helpless heart, hold up is that speechless pain.

Wake up, is a pale dream; Heartache, is a cone of pain. Woke up in the middle of the night, tears wet pillow. What kind of way should I use to forget to miss you. The tones of the tones of the tones are tones of the tones, which are loaded with many hearts? Nirvana in the rainy night, tears cover the lips of the cool, thin nib, unexpectedly outline the face of memories.

At the moment, leak residual heartbreak, the wind and rain is urgent, the vein of the night, in sound call the second time is clear, the heart of a thousand broken holes is drawn again, your that whirling figure, still stand in the deepest part of the rain curtain, just lovely person you have long been smiling.

As time gets closer, I miss you more and more. This season of the year, every season on this day, I use the only way for you. At the beginning of August, my eyelids have been fluttering and jumping, far away person, do you want to see me in a dream.

I know, you also miss me deeply, hard to part. Think at the beginning, I am so deeply attached to you, tender stretches. Unexpectedly, your unfeeling destroyed my life's quiet dream, let me and guilt side by side forward.

Lonely night, I am such a tear rain Fang Fei. Red dust road, who can understand my heart experienced how many trauma? In the wind, in the rain, just for the original promise that can not be fulfilled. That night, I began to miss you hard, until the day of waking up.

In the face of suffering, I do not panic, but in the face of the fate of the arrangement, I can only silently answer. This life, how many times pass by with you, how many heavy heart from the war. This life, the afterlife and you are destined for three lives.