When the smoke before you think of who burn

In the town did not even to notice the stars of heaven, like some forgotten life, important people in children ...

smoke, slowly lit. Some people say that inhaling smoke is lonely, spit out the helpless ... gently suck, thoughts in my heart. Who is all alone, the former partners where you? Really miss the days we had together! However [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], time ah! Time gap ... you break it, take away the memory of whose contours; yellowed photos of smiling still with the original, but has gradually blurred Bale ...

In case of a junior high school students, I did not come out so! Now I ask: is the age you change your looks, or the time to dilute my memory? A chance to get together again reminds me of you have also the journey of my life there have been a passing [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let me back in junior high school career, and a memory ... I do not know how long this can keep memories? But I still believe that the memories in the near future will once again disappear in the ring in time [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I did not want to remember, but I had to forget it, because I firmly believe that memory is always forgotten in the memories of the time ...

Even then the two people to be a good one but may also be separated for a long time lost contact until forget, when you think of him one day Shique contact unlikely. I have said that some people do is a lifetime. Dear friends, when after you have forgotten or not contact me, please stop to think hard. Maybe one day both of us pass on the street; and you already forget me, and my memory has not find your shadow; once we no longer have brought the past to the past Let the dust years to erase traces of ...

I did not love you enough, but time does not allow the moon ... let me hold you a lifetime, but also bring my love, my love and my feelings ... from this I will leave you to find everything I want. Share your love back in a long time ago by my deeply buried under the wheels of history. The love that has not had to give you, let me write a song for you, with westerly and gently as you play the song ...

long, in the year to find a new life ... and who can feel lonely to know? Now the outside is lit, the fireworks bright, bustling scene in nothing but a lonely shadow behind the screen, only Shiyou who can really understand it? Only smoke the most know how to point my heart ... again ... on a cigarette burn in the cigarette before you ever think of who, if they forget who? ...