Have a habit just like the nostalgia,
may be wrong, for folk tend to maudlin nostalgia,
can not adopt something in front,
want to forget one thing may take a lifetime.
I dislike myself, why do not extricate themselves stuck in the memories,
even the memories are painful, bitter, entire people can not let work,
whether I will never abdicate them, then I 'll never happy.
some time, I have no nostalgic feelings,
I really feel like the past as the past now,
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no absence to yearn, to regard it as water, it flows more distant,
it for air, want to be watched.
But the real nostalgia, it is quite brittle,
maybe one day, a small, tiny things can not, you will be brought back all the memories.
water behind traces of the place there, where the presence of air will have feelings,
a elapse people, how will accessible forget the elapse.
I like to come to no testimony the forest single, exhale, breathing air,
out his hand and stroked the air, the emotion - lukewarm and comfortable!
However, when I paint back his hand, when nothing in one hand and a wastage. great tracts of deciduous
see the air, I sadly La Tortura,
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seems to think a lot, yet it does not expect.
constantly, I want to take a happy, often,
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I absence apt obtain my desolation approximately you so that you share my ache,
and you pretend to understand naught, let me clutch an extra than in the desolation of sadness.
about, I like to memorize it is the same reason, it tin be felt, no explained.
Looking back, as if the long, long time, feeling a variety of precocious aging,
landscaping in constant memories,
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is time to memories out in the sun, linger fresh,
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because that is the focus of my life.
time can alteration anything, do not know who said these words,
I forgot, while I do not believe after listening,
now, I believed,
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goodbye, our juvenile and foolish, good-bye. I grow up .....