Memory

1 /
When the warm sun shining through the clouds, when me, looked up to heaven, only to find that all summer long have been. As time passed quietly, before that time to go too fast, blink of an eye, in May, has already taken in the past.
I get no time to think, although the time into thinking I would feel lonely, but still want that time to reflect, or so, will feel the time is not wasted, life is more lingering.
Looking back at times along the way all these years left text, and the light pours a transparent description of the story and the people who appear to feel the people have changed the tide for today. I look back after all, did not change the habit, though, I do not think it was no good, look back to when the road is also able to see the time of the context, uneven yet so clear.

2 /
I bought a long skirt, sandals and sunscreen, and I am waiting for a go with the island. She said that would come from the year before last has been said that this year, from May until June, in such a calm day, suddenly there will be time to get drunk. I imagine more than once we walk around the beautiful island, wet wind blew us, and we see the sunrise, watch the sunset, watching ebb and flow, may be just short of two days, we will go back to reality busy.
But look back a few years, and this is what a wonderful time.
I understand the hesitation in your heart and melancholy, only can do is laugh drunk accompanied Jun 3000 field, no complaints from the War.

3 /
Often find that I had not forgotten some people.
Some people appear to be lost in memory, but a fragment, in turn rapid recovered.
Since the way, know, forget that, but going around in circles around a big circle back.

4 /
Encounters old friends, she remembers me, and we get along on just a few days between, but when she say my name accurately that moment, I could not help laughing. A few years later, and yesterday we face are significant changes, each compliment each other and long beautiful, then silence. Strange, some insignificant details are forgotten, I still remember her and some of my remarks, I remember I saw the hero and her maid.
There are times, carving asked me, but summer.
Original in that restless summer rush, I left some of her memory.

Classmates sometimes sneak looks at old friends, there are many people I still remember the name, some people still remember the looks, but we will be sad to find that will not change things changed.
Once turned Guestbook, some people write a nickname or a nickname, and I breathed a look at, desperately in memory to retrieve them, they found brought back. Some were very good people who also have lost contact, far apart.

5 /
I am easily tempted, too easy to let herself go.
In memory of their time, I have a new understanding of them.
This is a remembrance and forgetting the world, and obviously so small, but it can put so many people.
Sometimes, if I can, I do not want to think of yesterday.
Do not think we will not all feel sorry yesterday, I am waiting to see the identity of a free outside of the classroom and see them today.
In recent years, several students know they will be organized, have all contacted me several times, can can see how.
Miss each other better.
To each other, forget themselves as itinerant.
Forget themselves from the dead, may miss to cry, to each other, but tired of the old.

6 /
Suo Ji here, I feel tired.
Just want to rest on a pillow in the arm.
After independent brothels, just off the other.