心未老 ，而最美的年华已逝，青春与活力如放生般在自己的指尖滑过 。当再想追寻时，发现就算是踮起脚尖也抓不住尾巴 因为已经太遥远了。
花开 ，花落。一些记忆亦是诱迹斑斑了 。春来秋去，一季幻想，一季忧伤。一天天便这样过去了 ，一天天便这样结束了。
站在风里，感受不到它的呼吸。只有莫名的寒冷 。站在雨里 ，感受不到它的洗礼。只有无尽的酸涩。悲伤了一季又一季 。流逝的东西亦不会回来。未老的心，也会渐渐地老去。
慢慢的 ，变得懒得改变，也不会主动 。而夜深人静的时候，那种忧伤、落寞，只有自己能够体会 ，别人无人知晓。
流逝的，挽回亦不再感动，也没有了主动。走着走着 ，回忆就变淡了 。青春的美好也离得越来越远了。人亦变得不再年轻。
In the most beautiful time, the years have passed. It is estimated that it is a bitter bitter.
The heart is not old, and the most beautiful year has passed, youth and vitality, if you are released in your own fingertips. When I wanted to pursue it, I found that even if I couldn't catch the tip, I can't catch the tail because it is too far away.
Flowers open, flowers. Some memories are also tacted. Spring is coming, a season of fantasy, a season of sadness. I have passed this day, and I will end this day.
The sunset in the sky, the morning dew is not on the lapse time. The most beautiful memory.
Standing in the wind and feels no breathing. Only inexplicable cold. Standing in the rain, feel that it can't baptize it. Only endless sour. Sad season is another season. Will not come back. The old heart will gradually go.
Youth has passed away, the heart is old. The most ordinary reality greet the most ordinary yourself. And the days are there at this day. Continue to recall the memories of the pursuit.
Slowly, be lazy to change, and will not take the initiative. When the night is quiet, that kind of sadness, desolate, only you can experience, others don't know.
The passed, and the recovery is no longer moved, and there is no active. Walking, recalling. The beauty of youth is also getting farther and farther. People also become no longer young.
The most beautiful time, the most beautiful street angle. I only leave me monologically.
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