Floating window rain, long ears sounded the saxophone wind, the melody that, back in the memory of my life. People in the vast sea, the wind and rain have Looking back, I am just your way of scenery, decoration of your memory I was young, but I still have no reason to regret, and your experience met.
Rain Lane long, long rain, the number of long dream, I am at a candlelight vigil, steep a pot of tea, you humming Reading is not tired of you a thousand times. Therefore, I believe that past life, designer mont blanc packing pen you must come in in the Rain Lane that day, they will certainly do the thin floating, thin rain.
How many times I listened carefully to the support of the saxophone floated rain wind, old memories will cover in my chest out of the sky in July in July ... ... the rain drops of tears I put the hearts of incense, to the incomplete dream, and you would like to relive the atmosphere.
I remember floating rain in the night, with the immense pain I came to the Paramount nightclub, quietly sitting in a corner, even though people areenjoy, but I was sitting quietly there, I did not intend to dance, but would like to forget their own noise in the time being, forget the pain in my heart, to forget, I would like to forget! With a melodious saxophone wind, eyes I saw you on stage, a mature middle-aged man, a hair, very thick eyebrows, big eyes, deep double-fold, a lotus leaf color The suit, which I like the saxophonewind, closed their eyes could not help but hear the emotion, the thought of their own, fail to live up to the tears on the slide to the lips.
Miss, you dance, can I?
Oh, no, I will not.
No, I can teach you, ah!
No, no, I just want to sit, you have asked people to you!
In fact, I see you a long time, so you have been sitting still just to see you cry, why, there are feelings ah?
You do not go blowing song, you let your guitarist to replace the tracks, you39re sitting opposite me, talk about a lot of new things, but also accompanied by a face, doing ridiculous moves, I could not help but laugh, and you happily said In fact, you will laugh ah! think you do not laugh!
After that, you take a look at this corner every day have awearing a purple dress girl, you blow it every day the same will be the first classic song home , and then come to a corner in silence, I before, but it is not to be gently pulled free from my hand and, as you enter the dance floor, I know you dance the dance of the excellent, especially the skating tango, but also high degree of technical proficiency at the foot of non-stop with the changes you the pattern, with the strong arm of the traction you, we have become the focus of public attention. Sleeve of a robe of purple skirt flying, this is the most elegant and most frenzied dance.
Every time I deeply appreciate your love, every time you hold tight to me, and filled the dance, I smell the breath of your body, feel your passion hidden in the chest, and finally one day, you pulled I came to the park, you told me , I, I really fell in love with you, why you so depressed? smile, please?
I told you the whole story, to tell you, because the doctor told me that I may not be sterile, that I have left my eyes are no longer teardrop.
Your arms around me tightly in your chest broad, the feel good security, I really want to never have to hide here, do not see the wind and rain outside.
You told me your story you said you divorced, have a daughter, he was a driver, an amateur saxophoneout to help a friend a favor, but also because she likes.
Day in your softly flowing in, and that day I smile with a shallow, and you39re sitting on the grass park, you said , I really can not do without you, how do ah?
Then I would like to marry you, ah! Just you have a daughter, do you believe me, I will make good on her, I am willing to marry you, you married me!
I think you will be glad to pick up the one I said I was the most beautiful bride you are, but I was wrong, you do not, you only looked at for a long time to me, a long time, the No,, I love you , but you can not marry you, you are a girl, I can not delay your youth, I am not qualified to marry you, I am divorced, no, there will be a boy to love you,, you are so good, so beautiful, there should be a good person than I marry you. really, do you listen to me!
I afford, God! Why ah?
you from your motorcycle out saxophone, melodious song that broke through the quiet night, this is the last dance, this is you and I bid farewell to the dance, I did not know your decision, you The next day the city on the left, the band that you go to the South, but the South so much, you Where?
Think of you again today, could not help but think of the Russian poet Shi rate Gorbachev has said Love is an eternal book, it was only, browse a few clips. Some people forget, tears shed blood for it. I would like to say Love is a profound book, it was seen only indifference, a loss which could not understand its true meaning. Some goods are carefully read and write the next chapter after another impressive.
Yes, love is not available, is to give love, so that their love was the greatest happiness, love her better than they have been good, this is the true meaning of love!
From time to time, in the dream, I will dream you dream landscape clearears is the sound of running water, cameras in the hands of patter sound happy but at the same time foundlandscape, leaving only some Photos in the hands of a cavity HUAI joy slowly, then walked up the edge of dream, it was empty.would like to go back, dream a good look at the scenery, those red, green, and dream of you, at this time is unusually clear-headed, no one can go back to the road, the regret will always be the heart the most unforgettable memories.
I would like to remember, remember your remember your smile remember the hug you leaned over remember the warmth of your chest remember that the seasons of the brilliant flowers remember, you have to say the least.
I would also like a good treasure Today, a stroll in the next month inspent the saxophone in the wind long sit-ins in the spring of Ta-Qing and in the deepest night, write down your name, let me now, he Share your time in the choir, deep and long, beautiful melodies, and I deeply miss. Because the love will never forget! |
