The memory that cannot be returned

The night, it seems to have turned to autumn in general, wrapped in a layer of faint coolness, airflow is also affected by the seasonal temperature difference, blowing a breeze that can only lift the fur, far away stands a row of hazy street lamps, looks like a light through the cola, scattered with a light greenish-gray and black.

　　Quietly standing on the balcony, looking at the night scene as far as the eye can see, the city in front of itself, prosperous with cool air, dotted with all kinds of events, happy and sad, meet and separate. Countless emotions are like shadows cut out from the streetlights, woven into a web of tendons and bones in each person's heart, and the slightest tug can make one's heartache.

　　Around the street, all kinds of street lights have been lit up, this is a colorful night, like a woman with infinite style, with the deepest and most charming star pupils, when you inadvertently look up at the sky, always make you feel that you are in this world, it seems not so alone.

　　The people who are shuttling in the dark corners, or leisurely, or in a hurry, the footprints each other constantly reunite and overlap, and constantly separate and parallel. In the end, those who thought they would never be separated, but in the end became parallel and did not intersect, and then scattered in the ancient used to precipitate distant memories of the place.

　　The strange and profound faces, but because of the disgusting thing called fate and mutual bonding, intersection, and integration, become inseparable from each other.

　　The twin blossoms, one of longing, one of regret, who holds this one, looking across the river bank holding another princess, tears blurred the face that has long lost focus. The moment the cherry blossom petals float down the water surface and stick up the ripples, who saw forever in the fallible and broken time?

　　Life is a long song that will eventually end, and life is a chess game that can never be solved.

　　Who and who misses, like the ship through the channel, from then on out of each other's horizon, disappearing in the distant white clouds and pale sea after.

　　Some places, perhaps we can never reach.

　　There are some things that we may never be able to do.

　　Some promises can only be accompanied by the initial sunset, along the mountains sink, disappearing to no echo.

　　This world and who can guarantee forever, the series can see the end, but life can not see the results, not until the last moment, no one is sure to have been walking the road, holding the handheld tightly at the beginning.

　　Perhaps, it is because of these uncertainties, that life has sad, melancholy emotional rules.

　　The midnight starlight is a bit hazy, the breeze flowing like water, holding the wavering French sycamore, and the sea of yellow leaves, so burning in the vision, these seem to come from the heavenly light, so that the world has stopped the running of time, everything is saved to that slightly yellowed picture.

　　Time, in everyone's time to react to the time, has been hurriedly slipped away from the side, dusk pulled down the shadows of the trees shorter and shorter, the air is getting thicker and thicker autumn, and the sky seems to be the next moment will break, bursting out of the sky full of snowflakes, such a season, presenting such poignant beauty, deeply intoxicating in it.

　　Some things let it has been kept immobile, to be gray hair when, whether it can recall its fragrance.

　　The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of the most popular and popular items.

　　The fact is that you can't get a lot of people to do this, but you can't get a lot of people to do it.

　　The memory of the crossover time in the brain hurried away, leaving traces of the autumn fairy tale, we had a beautiful is so delicate, just a pity, can never return to the past ......