Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Apologize to good old times


Frivolous, young prodigal willfully each other's feelings, in countless nights, I for ever hurt and repent. Experienced apart and hardships before you know, love is the last light shine on my lamp, this last a lamp that bring me back to the lamp, weak but strong to light, let whole night, let me inside, incomparably bright, gladness for my soul guided direction. So I keep the confession of tears, used to exchange for tomorrow of the harbour ferry to happiness.

Apologize to good old times, because I indiscretion, and you will be broken to pieces. From my heart, become the bottomless cup.

To the good old times, because my apologies, and you will not value into the brain. Friendship tree, love of flower, a solitary zero, a litter.

My friend, if you hear these words of 15-year-old kf sarcasm, please tell me, this weekend's fireplace, warm meaning happies and harmonious, can drink nothing?

Beloved, if you read these pour out of words, tell me please, stopped at your door of that three horses car, still can get back to you, in the deep feeling?

Monday, January 17, 2011

he sometimes catch your hair


time, he was kindergarten and children around the handkerchief, he lost children behind round run, with a face excited, suddenly e. between took the block corner with butterfly and orchid small handkerchief quietly on the long hair a little girl's back.

Wait until he comes back everything has happened. He is blocked in the event of outside, became an outsider. He was filled with a grievance was brought to a hospital, optional like a broken dishcloth is placed on father's bed before chair, nobody reason. Father drowned in their emotions, eyes a person also have no, aunt and he spoke to fee much trouble he shouted back, he sometimes catch your hair, with banging your head against a brick wall, from time to time in tears, often in a daze. Aunt and some relatives also ignore him, I was busy.

Three days later, the young YiJiPing and is full of grievances aunt led to be a coffin, before aunt took up, he is from an adult Angle saw a face like mother before them, saying, the child crying several loud right, this is your mother. Can YiJiPing did not cry, he doubted whether the man is not his mother.