It is this feeling
It is this feeling, I know this feeling that I could not give up. In fact, let a person heart is a very easy thing. Maybe I have never had this kind of pain, and I have never had this kind of memory. So I kept it secretly, let it become a book. With the wind speed and intensity non-stop roll on this section of memory. I can't this section of memory, because it really is like a dream only seems to exist, no temperature, no time mark, without touching the strange. The reason I say it like a dream and not because it is so beautiful, just because it into the memories is a very quick thing, know that breathing? Just like I exhaled gas to launch into water vapor will again be re breathing, is such ordinary disappear, but this disappeared so I never knew it existed. Transparent, fuzzy side white…