With rain in the fly heart

thought I will not shed tears, thinking I can do everything I thought could easily do. However, in such a night, thinking of the proliferation of heartache spread to the end of that endless ----

no matter when, I can not do without the one you miss. All thoughts are about you. To find a loved one yourself is not easy, to forget their loved ones make it more difficult.

I know I am pushing it even if this life, next life I will come looking for you.

commitment to you all, love you from the moment and start continued.

Perhaps in my life on the road this long, I would not have been so strong; Maybe one day I will be back, there will be a trace of hesitation; but eventually I will overcome all; I know.

While those who can not put into words the sadness has been entangled with me, although I still do not sleep all night the pain off, though I face is that you have pining, but true love can not turn back.

once, is so Xingaoqiao; now I still do. However, before you actually complete without a sense of arrogance. When you're gone, but still crazy for you, you begin to silly for you to enchant their own, even if you had told me - - - - But, you honestly made me feel deeply, you that a good heart and love. I am sad you are not willing, you could not bear my tears.

days, it began to rain. Out of the window, the night confused and could not see anything, only hear the sound drops blah. But I still can imagine, but sad that the cold rain, invasion of the dark night is run in every corner. Also listen to the rain wetting the window atrium - - - -

rain is my favorite. South of the rain is misty; south of the rain is gentle; south of the rain is even more touching. Like Listening to the rain, especially in the middle of the night like Providence. Like it's soft, such as your hands, gently stroking my face, I tried to face for tears.

sometimes silly like run in the rain, to find you the familiar footsteps; find it makes me want to return to I'm dreaming of presence. The familiar figure how many times marching my heart, quietly walked into my dream, without leaving a trace, like struggling in the rain to listen to your voice, your time and time again in my heart that the chord echoing sound.

rain, is still kept under the. Out of the window, or dark; and my heart was in this dark night flying, flying far, far away, flying in the wind and rain waiting for your return. So come one after another passer-by, just not you.

How much sadness, how many Acacia, the heart as this one again there were numerous days of rain seek you - - - -