Yours three elderly, two see not tire of affective cotton, July 7th bridge 100 days together, looking at the other end of the old year.

-- written on July 7th

[ a year ], our song

The first encounter, the spring period, pink petals, in the breeze, dancing. Every time pass by your window, heart, always think back, a curtain of the throbbing, in such a scenario, quietly planted. 

Walking in the fireworks in March of the pen, to tell endless lovesickness, pale blue sky, let you drop, the flow in the blood. With the fusion of sincerity and blood, through the exchange of the spring and summer, finally ushered in the first July 7th acquaintance with you, the legend of Valentine's day. 

That year, that day, I stood in the distance, overlooking the city you live in, cheeks like spinning general pain, cold wind of their own, should be what kind of? Happy or sad? This holiday, the man on the street, happy like flowers, ears melody, was " no lover's Valentine's day ". 

Suddenly reminded of what you say, no lover's Valentine's day, more to be happy. But, my dear, you are not, how can I be happy? You and me, across the mountains and water, no matter how hope, hope not to the end. If, can I a pair of wings, a pair can be across the numerous hills and streams of wings, can fly to your eyes, to accompany you, the number of stars in the sky, so much the better. 

That year, our love, is a song, a song forever endless song, in the night sky, in the sunset, in the air, there are great everywhere. Care and regards every day between you and me, is the most intimate warmth, also has the good night, content information as the day's most beautiful words, placed in the chest, heating. 

So, every night, to these as a habit, in the course of time, this love, then in time, settle down. The first July 7th, first across the river to accompany you to a holiday, only wish, that is, pray for good quiet time. 

Do not want to let you by wind waves, don't want to hear you crying silently, don't want to see you walk in the black and white edge, these for me, all will suffocate. Happy, beloved, even if this is just for me. 

Listen to the music, listening to your songs, I saw his old age when we, sitting in front of the cherry tree, humming a minor, that time of I, still make you cry.

This year July 7th, I looked across the castle, and you Chang huan.

[ a year ], our love

Love in the July 7th, the feeling in the heart, if you remember, at that time, we are in? 

Spring summer autumn winter again in front of a circle, you disappeared for sixty days, but suddenly appear, moment, let me know. I thought, memory, not like you, I would have been very good, at least without a tie in the world day, how be leisurely and carefree, but, I am wrong, even subversion of the world, you are still in my heart. 

Some people, no matter how exhausted efforts to forget, forget all, just because of love too deep, too really, input. It is a year of July 7th, this time, how should I accompany you? 

Over a year to write the text, and doubled last year to write phrases, watching, in the mind of the scene side emerges, this year, we have missed? The on-again days, let the nerve enters the state of tension, dare not have the slightest relaxation, fear, perhaps, a turn to you, is the life of a stranger. 

You are always the stranger, I dare not touch the word, for never in person, there is never in practice, if the sink, our tomorrow, don't really know where. Or compromise, if not down, if you want to get a more than time for a little emotional, I can only be made by you, in my world of import, as long as the outcome is good, then, how frustrating, is worth it. 

At the time of the July 7th, I stood in the pedestrian behind, too. The same streets, the same melody, song of Meng Tingwei thoroughly shattered a glimmer of hope, but you said, will always be the? Now, you leave me, in addition to a memory, what? 

I day and night expecting a year July 7th, able to meet with you, hand in hand under the Milky way, listen to laugh the birds, the breeze whispers, then, Zhenzhe yilianyoumeng sleep, just, fell empty hope, remains a piece of sarcasm. 

Dear, this bleak season, how can you have the heart to leave me alone?

[ a year ], our story

Every story in the end, there will be the outcome, or sad, or happy. 

This pen to write about our third July 7th, haven't had time to imagine, everything is ok. 

If not before the end of the day, to see colleagues holding a bunch of red roses, maybe I will forget this holiday. She stood in front of me, smile very brilliant, happiness so I can not help but imagine you tomorrow at this time mood, is it right? Also like her, a little touched, plus a little bit of happiness, so, enough. 

Someone put the Valentine's day into a family festival, even Valentine's day, then, today is still time? 

Walk in the street, the supermarket music, or the song, this time I was sitting on the steps, the number of stars. Passers-by cast a strange look, by the neon city block, the heart of my eyes only on the edge, this is your city. 

The number of tired, he closed his eyes, feeling the breeze gently, until a few tears of laughter. With a calm heart, to third Valentine's day, although you are not around, voice but it came through, I heard, you laugh, there is the taste of happiness judgment. Seems to be returning this feeling, she finally relieved a, not really meet, not really to be. 

The concentration of many, I took your blessing up on the stage. Around three cycle, or to return to the original appearance, though you and I are not their own, but with the growth experience and temper, in their life -- more than a heavy, our love, in the fleeting, unabated.

No meeting sentimental, more is a real. Three years ago the opposite, back after three years, the time to let each other know how to cherish, if in the vast sea of separated, please remember, I cannot escape the doom your eyebrows. 

Third Valentine's day, fortunately, we are still together, taking advantage of the excited energy, send a pure white cards : whenever, I will accompany you, even if is three years and three years of wind and rain, the heart together, love will be together. "http://www.ashfootwearr.co.uk" mce_href="http://www.ashfootwearr.co.uk"cheap ash