在这个缱绻而温和的夏日 ，有些微凉的风吹着你凌乱的发，我看见破碎的阳光，碎落了一地梦想 ，你努力的抬起头，以为这样眼泪就不会往下掉。
可是，生活不是一本小说 ，眼泪还是会一滴不落的往下掉，同时也掉了一颗单薄的有着细微裂痕的心 。
到底是谁最幸福 ，谁最痛苦，又有谁知道呢 。
所以我们要坚强，要珍惜 ，要挽留 。
至少 ，我们从来都没有遗失过那颗渴望爱的心 。
In this mild summer day, some slight winds blow you messy, I saw broken sunshine, smashed into a dream, and I worked hard, think So tears will not go down.
However, life is not a novel, tears will still fall down, and also have a single heart with fine cracks.
You and him are two parallel lines, there is no intersection from the beginning, and there is no future.
And I and you are the rays of the same endpoint, starting us with each other, and then we have rushed.
Who is the happiest, who is the most painful, and who knows.
Those diarys that are jealous, one name is able to pass confused with a paper, and youth passed through the train, in love this unhrama, we were injured The body is unique, but it is still proud to wave your own hand.
Only waving, but don't say goodbye.
We are all alive.
Inadvertently, there are many things that are gradually lost in this cool summer, a gust of wind or a rain, a person or a story.
I can't bear to look back the wet footprint, I always feel that happiness is like a sand in your hands, so you will slip.So we must be strong, cherish, to stay.
You, us, they disappeared outside the light years.
Love, with time is nothing.
onlyOne thing can be measured in eternal, that is, death.
No matter how much you like, no matter how many feelings have you been before.
After many years, the person who called your wife is your love.
At least, we have never lost the heart that is eager.
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