Thursday, March 24, 2011

Friends , forgive me for getting less to the greeting.

 Friends, forgive me for getting less to the greeting. There is a feeling, not strong, but there has been.
We can not always around,

not like the phone message,

the first time we can not share their happiness and unhappiness, / p>

seem to have become the cold silence,

We can not go to dinner together talking and laughing,

out of each other's world as a,

we can work together, to struggle together with the test,

seems now gone completely out,

we no longer have a small conflict is no longer laughing so brazenly, p>

less around what seemed to but not less important, / p>

together we can make a mistake with the cry,

seems immature bird belongs to the past,

like mottled green, leaving only the memory of the years,

we have a new life,

new environment with new friends,

we are faced with something new, a new stay by the around us, sharing our joys and sorrows.

sometimes think,

think once we,

Sometimes a long list of long list of small items will be brought back memories

about you, about us,

the sentence even remember clearly,

then laugh at the trouble,

time to change anything,

fact, nothing,

time for us from the past to the present,

dilute the memories, is also not take away memories.

Dear you,

grateful to meet you,

with me a long way through it,

naive I was immature at that time I met one by one Hom,

that you accompany me to grow, do not leave me.

Today,

all in different places, different environments.

Gradually,

Gradually,

no contact.

but the space of each update, the album changes every time.

a sign change in each,

affects all of our hearts,

because of this, I know.

far you, good or bad, happy or unhappy.

forgive,
; not always accompany.

forgive,
; that feelings are no longer strong.

forgive,
; may occasionally think of feel alone.

If one day,

we meet again,

friends,
good friends,
good sister who,
the same table You,
all that had not changed.

I would like this document to you is not around.

engraved in the memories.

walked the streets holding hands with me will not forget! !

There is a feeling, not strong, but there has been.

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