| 分类: 流浪花 |
I don’t know why there are so many tear drops in my eyes.
When you wipe up, more and more come out then.
When you are trying to forget something, it may make you feel like being cut by a small knife, slowly, gently, and feebly…… but the show, must go on.
The night is always cold, and day is always sun shining.
I know, there are so many changes inside you and me, and between you and me. I have to take it as granted. I have to smile to myself and leave without a word.
I don’t think I have enough strength to give any comment about the passed times we had before. I will not return to have a look or write something to remember. Since all those passed, why should I cry for you? Why should I say something for you? Or why should I am still here waiting for you?
However, even I know it clearly, tear drops, with hesitation, in the end, they fall down to the earth now.
I stand up, saying nothing, but quickly hide myself into the night of city. In the wee hours, I am still wandering, staring at the deep blue sky, and thinking of my way in the future.
I am much more independent and stronger now. How about you? It doesn’t matter now, but, my day of tomorrow will be much better, though I am still struggling with difficulties here. Anyway, thanks a lot for your previous appreciation and consideration, and all those lessons you taught to me. I learned quite a lot from the past and choose the way I like.
You let go, then I am free, and leave alone. Sometimes it seems sad, but mostly, it is really worthwhile for me.
Every drop will fall in the end.
When it falls, no return at all.
It is not a water drop, nor rain drop, what you lost, is the pearl of life and love. Scars may not disappear in the future, but at least it remains me to be aware of what I have learned.

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