A certain scene - a certain miss
Time, is walking step by step; The clock is loud in the ticktack ticktack.
A certain scene - a certain life such as miss, how many dreams will be had, have how many meetings realize?
After destroying in a dream, it is acted as that what my comprehension will be left
Stand at a certain familiar station, wait for the vehicle that has ever waited for.
A kind of scene unseen for ages, it is recuring, just, personages are different.
This time, I am alone at the station, the vehicle coming and going at will,
fashionlife99That kind of excitement that the car which I want to take comes that expecting.
The hollow road, the car is going, looks at outside the window, like world being different.
Perhaps, just because my mental state is different.
On the way, it is fewer and fewer to look at people, the vehicle is more and more sparse,
Such a simple scene, always can recall countless pieces of memory for me.
With the same scene, always tick the same kind of miss.
Sometimes, fear very much some one remember, a certain loneliness, even a certain song.
The happiness in the past, has already passed
I know, I understand too, just I will miss once in a while.
Wedding march, the grand auditorium of once of some two people's.
Though is only a game, still very touching.
The video has been kept, people have broken up, miss and can not still give up.
Whether have to admit, or will miss.
Oh, just cherish the memory of. But people, should always march forward.
Forbidden to be desperate to reality; Can cherish the memory of, can not miss.
Forbidden to be decadent to oneself; Can cry, can't be with depression.
No yearning for the person that shouldn't yearn for; Can play and make a noise, can not become excited.
Maybe, always meet a person right in life. Just, the size of time.
Look at others' excellent world, remember everything that I once had.
In fact, say that does not mind, in fact miss very much.
Perhaps, I have been smiling with very optimistic psychology all the time;
However, why, present my heart is still so hollow.
No one care no one lie in, this I, first I quietly.
However, all been a person all the time.
Once dream, has seemed to never be here.
I sometimes, do not understand what I am waiting for on earth.
And then every night, oneself can getting persistent with oneself.
Has thought of nothing, believe that has a good sleep, after waking up, all right.
Worried, it is the thing at night, then, escape, perhaps is it one kind that free? !
Only, lie on the hollow bed, but does not want to fall asleep even after stalling for a long time.
Though busy work of one day, it was not no weariness that was brought to me, sad.
Can't always find a certain spirit, does not find some some goals.
Hollow, and come from this. However, really feel a blank.
At night, deep again. Past in this way of one day.
The melody is being waved. It says: It is always unreal to be beautiful.