If life had not met you

 Never met you if this life, and now this bleak winter, it will not become so warm.

years the other side, is your smile blossoming, quietly breathing in the scent of the air, the familiar atmosphere of your stay, you look under copy write, and then hurried away to your world , mouth with a trace of a smile, rainbow-like short stay.

wind came cordial greetings to you, back to staring at your face, eyes have revealed a gentle, your smile was shallow, so I was kind enough to have the same heart. You catch up, take my hand, in the fields of the shuttle Ping Kuang, thank God we met, you changed my life trajectory, the deepest in memory secretly record a word of your phrase, smiles, prayers before going to bed at a glance you can see in a dream.

like a merry-go days, my mind kept us there are those who yearn place. On your shoulders, you touch my hair, listening to the sound of leaves falling gently to see the sunset residual hui beauty, with some beautiful words to express the deep love between each other. Listen carefully to your declaration of love, fear of being through it, emerging only in the deeply moving. Raise pupil of the eye of the moment, to see over the trace of sadness in your eyes, you have to give the warmth that I do not know whether it still going.

I do not like a flash she explains, can have all hope is mine forever. Because loved, so we know the taste of loneliness, because sad, so will often cry because of happiness do not want to miss this station, so more of the treasure you. I think you will understand, and love a person is selfish, and humble. If this execution of State Health only wish your hands, I will swear to walk away, accompanied by whole life.

sunset, spring and summer to autumn and winter is still diffuse indiscriminately. I turned and looked at your gentle, knowing smile, the second, it seems that the long journey of life is only a short moment. Breeze hit, destined to face the vicissitudes of life with you. Until the moment that the cherry blossoms, with you watching the scenery, write down our good bit, as a souvenir. Have your days are happy.

if life had not met you, maybe I'm just a person walking in the street corner, missed the past complained, quietly laying his head crying. Meet the spirit of a margin, is the arrangement of God, the fate of the doomed, let my life from more than one of you, the day after to have you accompany through.

the other side of the end of the years in that it is your gentle smile.