There was a wind just now, and the flowers are falling down with the wind. Smelling the aroma of the tea, singing an old song, I can see so nice a flower rain. If you were here, you must be very happy.
I remember once you were sitting here, keeping a sun-shine like smile, as if all of the happiness could be anticipated. You hold my hand, in hope of that I accepted your true love. At that moment, everything seemed to fall in silence. I can hear your heart beating so quickly.
Flower season, though it will go with the wind, there’re the same scenery today and tomorrow. Love, I regarded as the beauty you have given to me, let me happy, let me crazy, for the nice view will always be in my life, just like the shadow that is by my side.
It’s a long time from then on that I can’t help missing you. Whenever I do so, I feel so depressed. Who can tell me whether you would leave me or not if I know how to cherish the true love at that time?
It was so late when I regretted. Things cannot go back, and I have no chance to tell you the words that were kept in my mind during these years. Nothing in the world can be as painful as this. Now, what I want to say is that I’m fine. But how are you, my dear boy?
As a saying goes that “Forgetting is just the time added to another man.” But the broken heart must take years to heal or will never do. There’s a time that I thought I have forgotten you, but one day when I turned over a book, I encountered a sentence “Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain”, I can’t hold back my tears.
I know tears are unnecessary, and it is too hard for me to laugh now, especially when I face the memory and the air. I hope I will feel more comforted after talking these words to myself, but I don’t know if you would listen word by word.
Fang Yuan
From Journalist Department
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