"Your Name"

The warm sun of early winter reflected the earth, I rode an electric donkey to say goodbye to my classmates, the camphor trees on both sides were three or three, the shadows of the trees were scattered, the wind blew the street corners, and there were no clouds, I shouldn't have said anything, because everything was so beautiful.

If there is a chance to do it again, I will pass by your whole world, pass by countless road signs of life, and wait for you at the terminal where no one can run away, and watch the clouds and the wind light.

The asphalt road is smooth and smooth, the traffic is not busy, everything is so everything, but I am thinking, the person I can't forget, her name.

Life is always like this, no one can do what they want, after countless life signs, it is finally a new beginning, the student era will eventually pass, the countless repeated road to school, you will still be there, but will I still remember you? Your name.

There is an end to the world, how vast the galaxy is, the world is disturbed, it is really small, the story of you and me is insignificant, I only know, where to go when I wake up every day, where to go when I come back every day, gradually, I forget, and when you are windy.

The four seasons of ice and fire, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the story of sorrow and pain, your name, every time I open the door of the house, whenever time and space change, whenever I am quiet and peaceful, I am thinking, your name, the person who can't be forgotten, the person who doesn't want to forget.

When I was riding an electric donkey, when the scenery on both sides was receding rapidly, when I wanted to let go of the pain, I was thinking, the wind is so bad, and the people are so scared.

Those years that will never be seen again, those characters that will never be seen again, and those past events that will never be seen again, can not resist the passage of time, and the distance between his heart and this has long been blurred in the long river of time, only one thing remains, your name.

The wind and the scorching past recall, looking back at the bleak and cold, all into dust and smoke, unwilling to go.

9 December 2016

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