Sigh of time as the autumn leaves, formerly of everything like a scar across from me, I can't imagine our friendship can continue, the kind of feeling really good pain, time and again been hurt like a transparent bottle of poison, really good poison poison. But why am I so naive, also control their own can chat with you, like ordinary friends.
I know, I can't and you than, you learn better than me, than my good, popularity is better than I. To is my job and you try, the cruel game solution is clear, I lost.
I was really stupid, but also for you cried, I worth it? I regret for their tears, and I was only traces of weakness in life, there is no real friendship, perhaps time is full of their hypocritical affectation of words, if you really want to have a good friend will choose yourself.
Once upon a time is a knife in the past has in the past, from now on, who also don't know our friendship will last. Maybe like a broken string, maybe I'm naive.
I use "the future is lost" do net, rascal told me: this is a pragmatically. I said I don't know what wrong. He shook his head and said with a smile: I don't know. Then I followed laugh softly, as good hide my face suddenly empty.
After the classroom blackboard is central in red chalk to write with thick words: distance only two hundred days in the college entrance examination. Also in memories of the high and high. Feel the flavor of the coming of the three is a little abrupt. The taste of rascal said after two hundred days is sudden death. What say this sentence when sitting on the windowsill, feet kept shaking, and grinned completely don't care about 40 metres behind them.
He just said simply: "back is free, just we lack courage."
Air suddenly condensation, time also has a dull moment. I went over and took his hand tightly, afraid of him to leave. He was easily struggle then I let go of his hand, turned around and couldn't help shedding tears. Say three don't cry, but cry.
I have started to lose. Because what say we break up, memory loss.
Finally a simulation test, the rascal was arranged in front of me. Do paper kept up, and his background as far as near. Ruffian also mating back, but I dare not face up to his eyes, his eyes is enough to make me choke on the exam.
Examiner knock three times after his table, a face of the appearance of the poor Men last straw, lift my glasses, a position, please. Rascal smile when back out of the acoustic test, a careful and four eyes relative, unexpectedly let me feel in a sun in the faintly glow like burning.
His desk is his all papers. The above line with black pen with a thick words: the future is lost in the past! A dull exclamation mark like a wake-up call! Involuntary shaking let me fall into the ice from the burn.
Don't know how long the past, like a deep sleep for one thousand years. What also don't know the head space waiting for. The taste of the university entrance exam was in a hurry over,'s taken. After university admission notice to send, I call rascal, hang the telephone inside was a blank silence. Don't know how long silence, I said notice. Sounds like a diffuse fog in bamboo forests, and "sasha vujacic".
I thought of leaving no too much, too eager for a new life from between ink and traditional Chinese realistic painting in the middle of the fuzzy let I don't know their wits and agile sting is let me numb the pain, let me lost many, many in the past. Leave, rascal in the window and waved goodbye.
He said: the future is lost past results.
After all, I don't know my future is in my past exchange. Like, I still don't know whether "the future is lost" pragmatically.