花森誠狩り

Youth is a back to not go to the old time, once became lingering memories.

Homeless in the long river of time, we grow up, independent, strong. See light worldly distractions ups and downs, accustomed to the job. When walking in the crowded subway, shuttling busy noisy streets, Dream beauty pro like the walking dead, almost forget self.

The silent night, lonely is placed, empty soul to seek relief. With music to anesthesia of body and mind, with the game to get a trace of pleasure. Static, turned into a terrible loneliness. Pull open the curtain, the moonlight on the ground, mind annihilation in the lights. Only when a person, miss the past. Never know miss is the people, the scene, or ever miss youth.

Never say goodbye, but in imperceptible really left. Only a dream, to remind the deep memory of people and things. Memory when you defenseless, nowhere in the dream time. Ultimately failed to live up to god, who have hundreds times fantasy scenes, dream interpretation. Discharge was tired, Dream beauty pro in the quiet enjoy simple and beautiful.

Remember that one smile, the corners of the mouth blown, with the sunlight; Remember all those years of waiting, only a glimpse, be elated. Remember the youth to accompany days, laughter, and spit on her mind. Together through the years, called "youth", leave, only grow. Campus is still bustling, young people to without you figure, I past is like a movie scenes showing, warm and sentimental.

Time has changed the appearance, along with stubborn were banished, only beautiful mottled memories. Love is not a nostalgic person, but was brought into a dream in countless night, nu skin hong kong wake up for a long time not calm mood. Good dream never implemented, or youthful, pure air of confidence. Fell asleep with the memory of youth hold hands, hug, the corners of the mouth sweet silly smile, happiness is like a blooming flower, fragrance in the air.

The morning alarm clock lets the dream, deprived sleep, calm smile.

Miss and forget or not has nothing to do, in the form of dreams remind you, my heart has left a corner is better.

Some of the stories can only be written in the dream.