Well, the moment in between, see also the flowers, and red as blood, that holding in the spring than in the cold wind, quietly blooming. Under a new leaf, one of the petals drop to the residual.
   Heard people say the return of spring, but I can not find it where I am so upset.
When I saw the flowers, I know, I was lucky, at least, after a long and cold winter, I finally figure to see the spring.
      But I was so unfortunate, I see, is coming to spend spring departure. Finish in the winter, I look forward to the spring for a long time, it is so gone, I saw only its back, do not flash ......
In the moment between the time when the flowers open off, my feelings, all of a sudden there are no symptoms of the distress to a number of difficult anxious indelible. There are some empty, such as what is being stripped of my soul,Has flown sky   but also things like what is left.
      What is it? The bonds of this world is you go away? Is still difficult to have mottled the old feelings you give up? Or, in order to gradually looks old?
     There are a number of things, always in a hurry to leave inadvertently, when we look back in time only to find the original, little of us that actually there have been so much better. Perhaps, far too many things, which are so beautiful, and the most beautiful, most have been lost and has not been received, the final beautiful poem, and finally lost. Gone, have been the point of no return, left, leaving only the memory of unlimited, as well as sentimental .....
      Perhaps lost, is doomed,runescape power leveling since it is destined, perhaps I should deal with all this cool, all will eventually die. However, to date, I still can not find a reason for his peace of mind. Well, so much have an excuse, but now they can not find a trace of the strong fishes, has been lost can not find things themselves, but after those who have lost heart, but there is no restriction such as the summer of wild grass, the fields in mind, a soaring overwhelming ......
      Many facets to miss the past, how many care? How many have overlooked? How much is forgotten? How much is ......? More bitter, more thought。