The Love Song Was Charming

Heard from Eason's "Long time no see," never been out of that deep voice gently sketched out a bleak situation. Sad words, I obsessed for a few days and nights. Friends say the song is too smooth, long time to listen to the will enter the sleeping state, but I have a soft spot.


In particular, "You will not suddenly appear in the corner coffee shop, I will look back with a smiling face greeting, and you sit and chat. How much I want you to see the side and see if you have recently changed" These words, inexplicable distressed. I do not know many years later, there is no one will like the songs sung by the general, in one lonely, looking out the shuttle's population, have not thought of that in front of me. Will the shadow along the past, walking in the way I walked, I just want to see the familiar back across the eye?

Can not predict tomorrow, I will also Cantabile in that the actress has never appeared as a person living in the deep heart, can never be erased?


Too much imagination with the dream so beautiful so beautiful, with Eason whisper softly, rub it into my heart.


Through so many years, now standing side of the road into the distance, could not help but ask yourself quietly, go so far, saw much of the landscape, who in my watch behind the soulful, wandering in place, looking forward to One day I will suddenly appear? As if so, then when I walked through the crowded sea, quietly in his world, he would cry sounded? Said nothing, nothing Needless to say, only tears shallow smile, reach out, embrace me gently in my arms?

Years later, then a person will not, I left the day, often looking at the sky in a daze, thinking not of his day, I kind of loneliness that is how?

I will not look lopsided, but I hope I never left him, still return to the past. When a variety of reasons to become a reason for breaking up after, even if I can not see, he was worried for no reason, did not give him warm, that sentimental, tears of love will increasingly haggard and weak woman, lived very difficult?

Years later, he still still clearly remember the words we have said, walked the streets, sat in the place?



In many cases, it still will be alone in that familiar place to see, to sit, go, and so on. Only for a miracle, there can occasionally run into each other, we drank coffee, smiled and said their last?

Is not in those days I was not, he would come many times those paths, also sat many nights in the pavilion, shouting at people coming and going, just hope we can meet God, look at me What changed recently? Then as if the long-awaited friend, greeting with a smile back, children holding hands, sitting to chat, feel the past?

When fame came to an end, years of quiet, his thoughts are far away from a dirty cloud of dust, his children will be looked at in the distance leaning against the window on children miss the silent, those beautiful pictures?

I did not appear, do not accompany him, he will not worry about my brow will concentrate the intractable sadness, silly call?