If our love is just a flash in the pan, when and why to plant? If our love is just a game, why had to put into again? If our love is only a meteor across the night sky, when why so bright? If our love is just a dream, why was so real?

Deep down, is not so strong. But any struggle, we are back to less than in the past. Like a broken line kite, it will only go forward, not at the origin. May be, the only thing I can do is when you don't too hard, so won't be too painful, it will slowly fade.

Time to go to the left, you go to the right, I stand in situ, and in keeping stray and helpless. Then, in each night, light a cigarette, a glass of wine, the pen and write down the story about you and me.

Another summer weekend...

The afternoon sun is like a fire in burning the earth. No wind, the sky in the air at by cement emit heat wave roaming. The FengJingShu on both sides of the street look very tired, the leaves are falling. From the stray dog mouth, stick out their long tongues out lazily in the hutongs. The street was deserted, the occasional woman still playing the umbrella, like a summer a moving scenery. Sweat from capillary, a thick smell of sweat!

Walking in  my body had no strength. Downhearted, always feel the in the mind give off filar silk thoughts have been burned in the fire of the sun and into ashes. Strength, little strength, are being taken away by the heat. My heart is struggling with this hot walk. Because some things, when you when you least expect them to give up, you have been unable to control block, like a love, when you meet your heart has been unable to suppress. This summer heat, did not like the arrival of a love, in the wrath, set sail in the stalls, in...

Accustomed to a quiet summer, quietly watching a green, quietly listen to music, read a book quietly. That's what a good time. As our young youth, a girl, along the road, next to the river, the streams of water, shy with red cheek, went toward the flow of time, gently YinDou ShuTing love poetry, pure, beautiful. Then, in the face of the midsummer heat drying, in a quiet time will miss the early summer mood from time to time. Early summer in the continuation of the dream, there is no peace of the original, followed by time with heart fight a duel. Heat wave of anger is the focus of the lighting we calm mood, of course including our vows, to love the midsummer heat, stir in the quiet summer!