Sometimes, we will wrap it deliberately buried in the bottom of my heart troubles. Always naive view that the more buried deeper trouble, one day a result of the passage of time slowly diffuse. But when we have undergone a Hong Kong Road, met a certain scene, then trouble may be an unknown from a corner of Qinru your mind, like that of plants buried in river silt, experience spring, summer autumn and winter, the prototype has not made can be then fermented methane bubbles from time to time will slowly float to the river from the river bed. Seems to bubble away the moment the river burst of plants can also hear that sent worries pain Beihao the self Biequ.
 
When trouble struck again, when the total was to understand their troubles and to walk a longer distance, but hidden in their hearts, ready to remind you of the past.

We may cherish the memory of the past may be fearless, could be set there is inextricably linked-minded.

I do not know in that troubled childhood years, we may be holding a toy gun crazy in the hospital in the chase, tireless. Disdain for the whole body of soil can be returned home I do not know guilt threw off his clothes and his mother, but also not forget to smile innocently ^ _ ^, so then, and for the capture of the dragonfly’s death also shed ’sad’ tears . Turned the moment, but skipped to catch the butterflies. For the sad depressed depression sad they can not seem to hurt our childhood. Whereas today we are, but melancholy melancholy moan and groan all day or worry.

We really put a little sad that enlarge slowly and slowly let it diffuse in the surrounding environment, and change the atmosphere at that time, slowly tasting alone, try an inexplicable pain. Hurt himself and hurt others.

For the Mask of the ball, holding out his hand could be Angel’s wings, may be the devil’s hands. Imagine these, the former is our childhood, which is that we grew up.

Having said that, I did not write how to face, in fact, I do not know Yeah, hey … … learn a three-year bar mentality. May be so.