A memory that is failed in love

A memory that is failed in love
One it is very late at night in days of old, outside the window have only the moon to be still bright, have only desk lamp to be even on in the room. I can not stand the atmosphere of the inner room, that atmosphere gathered because of your a word again. It is cutting me with silence. I stand up and go to the balcony. You, with come out, then that imprison in the room by me by silence and atmosphere, you have a trial test alone. A gust of wind blows, icy mine is sad, but trigger my memory. I wonder whether you remember yet, it is in the library of the university that we meet for the first time, I bring down one again carelessly while taking a book, the result bungles your foot. I am flurried to apologize without end, who expects but you say perhaps these two books are lovers with a smile, that unwilling this is taken away by me, so has followed disregarding own safety too. Look at by you in surprise I,the beauties is be getting more large-minded so unexpectedly after amazed by by one piecing ' amazed by on invisible after having one of misunderstandings taken like this unexpectedly to you. You can not probably remember, because the one that is blown by the wind now, it is me, instead of you. Later, we knew each other, our topic was always numerous. I know you are a talented in literature girl, in addition, the appearance is exactly " endowed with both beauty and talent " . Your romance, your optimistic, your exquisiteness, your optimism, attract me over gradually. Later, one day, you noticed I did not return that book facilitating us to know each other yet, you ask me the reason, I smile without answering, is just looking at your eyes, you did not speak again either at that time, I hope you are what is understood. Second day, you want me go library borrow book with you. I came with you, but you have only borrowed one, I saw suddenly carefully, was exactly that one by the book which I borrowed. Immediately, I have all understood. Perhaps you can not remember, because people will only just have clear memory when recalling past pains. A period of time later, seem all only belong to you and me: The air is ours, the smile is ours, the music is ours, the love is ours. Have discussed why this topic in love, my answer is very simple between us: "I love you, because love you. " Your answer is very simple too: "I love you, because you love me. " My favorite singer is Zhang Yu's but you like the perfect product. I often comment on Zhang Yu's song way with the change after marriage before marriage; You discuss five special editions of the perfect product are love five step songs. I have ever quoted a word that I have seen on " readers ": The clever man adds the clever woman to equal happily; The stupid man is equal to getting married adding the stupid woman. You say with a smile then you are a clever woman after finishing hearing. I know it is a clever man that you are holding me secretly, very happy because of us. You must not remember, because your memory is trickling outwards with tears. Begin when we stay just, I always can feel self-humiliation, because whom you belong to to stand in top, and I am nothing but a following stone. Our door is improper " Tie " No. You advise me not to take notice of, you say there are not national boundaries in the love, do not have too " " Circle. I to rest assured can these has been destined our last destiny, except that I had not predicted yet at that time at that time. It's time to graduate finally, my gradual worries at the beginning of mood stand up, because I find that wonder when a wide gap appears among us, and deeper and deeper. I think you have understood too, though we were once happy, since happy, destined it to be very " Fast " The ones that will disappear " Happy " . Tonight, it is the last night together for us, tomorrow, you will go to horbor abroad, and I will be ordinary and worried. It was no longer worried in days of old because once. You are a clever woman, this is not false, but I forgot to tell you the next sentence yet at that time: The clever woman is equal to failing in love adding the stupid man. So, I am only a stupid man. Or once clever, and nowadays changed foolishness. I am still remembering, from tomorrow, I will not remember again. Only I believe in days of old on the way where the hands led originally take. Only I believe in days of old on the way where the hands led originally take. Select from the health network of three nine-day periods after the winter solstice

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