This Valentine's Day, the final part of my own. So many expectations, and ultimately became lonely wait. Even thought the break up, you will give me a blessing. Can phone on so stubbornly silent, the heart began to sink little by little. . . . . .
Looking at the hands of roses in full bloom, so lonely and enchanting to bloom. That touch of red was already dripping hurt my eyes. To tear a piece of the petals, the petals rub my tears inside. Then, those sealed in memory of the past. Wait until the petals have withered, tears streaming is also already done it?
Memory can never disappear, it will always treasure in my heart the deepest. Like this in the hands of the petals, although the flowers have been left, but left a subtle fragrance. Although there is no one can understand, no one to smell, but it never opened in my mind, still alone with beautiful!
Spring is the boys and girls of the agreement, not only they are born in the spring, but also because it is a tremendous joy to their season, although they rarely meet later on, but the common upbringing and childhood as they are with each other in daily life miss the link, never let go. They are convinced that one day, those who will be happy to return to their old side.
Spring is the season of birth of life, not only the buds, and flowers.
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