Window

一 Backwards

when a door closes,another opens.however,i am still in the sorrow.i love her,in other words,she is the sense of me.

faced with it,i can hardly control myself.she said that if i love her,time will examine my honest.

I can still remember quite clearly when the story happened

the autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground

recovering the lake we used to swim like children

that time we used to be happy

朦胧的乌云漂浮,

细雨划过天际,

留下优美的直线.