onvadasyjo

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

It was many and many a year ago

I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun

Though leaves are many, the root is one

Don’t forget the things you once you owned. Treasure the things you can’t get. Don't give up the things that belong to you and keep those lost things in memory.

If you leave me, please don't comfort me because each sewing has to meet stinging pain.

When tomorrow turns in today, yesterday, and someday that no more important in your memory, we suddenly realize that we are pushed forward by time. This is not a train in still in which you may feel forward when another train goes by. It is the truth that we've all grown up. And we become different.

When you are young, you may want several love experiences. But as time goes on, you will realize that if you really love someone, the whole life will not be enough. You need time to know, to forgive and to love. All this needs a very big mind

One may fall in love with many people during the lifetime. When you finally get your own happiness, you will understand the previous sadness is kind of treasure, which makes you better to hold and cherishthe people you love.

Love is a carefully designed lie.

which disappear after beautiful hover.

Why I have never catched the happiness? Whenever I want you ,I will be accompanyed by the memory of...

Love ,promised between the fingers

If you weeped for the missing sunset,you would miss all the shining stars

to feel the flame of dreaming and to feel the moment of dancing,when all the romance is far away,the eternity is always there

I would like weeping with the smile rather than repenting with the cry,when my heart is broken ,is it needed to fix?

If we can only encounter each other rather than stay with each other,then I wish we had never encountered

In her tomb by the side of the sea.

my darling，my life and my bride，

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee

Can ever dissever my soulfrom the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kindom by the sea.

That the wind came out of the cloud，Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me，