Good-bye, old days

Not a road scattershot the end, there is no period of youthful lingering, can not let go of a mood.

Once upon a time, it was passing the Allure times, helpless days from time to time adverse and people do not, any of your life in the long and arduous journey eleven farewell. For da da hoofs original beautiful mistake, you are not owned by people, is a passer.

Days is still very blue, the wind still blowing day so pale continue. With a wisp of sadness, with some hesitation, and with a little sigh.

The play is not all my lonely melancholy.

The Youth Road sunny sadness, as Montreal once the flowers, the flowers marks backwardness still love.

Original matter who you are, has the kind of past and present, must live not persistent to do. People always want to learn to live their lives.

Suicide pure and homicide innocence I can not accept, too cruel. Life only lasts for decades, miss the life aside, put aside the sadness, put aside all abstract thoughts, wine and song, live for today.

Even back in time, I was able to grasp what I change anything?

Gradually, we have been unable to take into account the past and move forward is the only way out. The only hope you have been good memories. If one day can meet again, I hope you are still a that personable juvenile, warm smile, but also as the year in sunny spring breeze.

Some things do not fit, do not reluctant, everyone has the pride of everyone, and hopeless.

From now on, I want to fondly love a lot of things, affectionate love this day, I want the moment become a paradise.

The quietly flowing exams, winter break, school, graduation, everything is so natural. When each concluded today, when every sunrise tomorrow, let us gently say: Good-bye, old days.