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The next stop will be? Time flies, disappeared in the past year, or miss the past that year. That year we stranger slowly approached in the distance, is also a year that we know to love each other. That year we are how happy! Everyday go off work with exhausted mood back and forth in the tread and it's a quiet country lane, in this long road, had our steps, had our whisper, also have our broken hearts. I still remember, whenever you arrive very tired, I will be a person on the other end of the road deeply waiting for you, carry you walked slowly back to our own familiar cabin. The way we what all don't want to say, is quietly toward our hut, you are in my back dragged heavy drowsiness slowly go to sleep, and I will quietly take up you go up our home that path. Love filled with our hut, hut in the world have had our joy shadow, also have our sad cry and we belong to his talk. I remember we once said to stay together, never discard. I still remember we use children's way to hook, each other said not to give up. But love is selfish, but also doomed, perhaps we are doomed to is never meant ending, our love give in to the external factors, and ultimately, so we still choose hand points. Leave you those days, I really had pain, silent cry with me through the most difficult days, every day like a zombie as shuttling back and forth in the flow of the crowd, I don't know what love really for us, what is it? More difficult to imagine that we love why less than god's visit. Now, I finally woke up, I will continue to pursue my dream, continue to find my love, belong to my own true love. I can't imagine his next stop will be? But I will keep waiting, until one day the emergence of nini. My next stop will be? In my most confused when, who will care for my life, in my most sad, who will accompany me to spend, in my most happy, who will share my achievements. My next stop will be? The next station is really could last forever and will not be eliminated. I love who come to visit? I only hope that when I needed it most, can in my side with me in my most confused when take me, let me no longer lost. Love is just a memory of the injury, I don't want to in my past to defend my future, I want to find my dream, my love. My love, I come, I want to be in your before the emergence of slow down my steps to wait for you, until we hand in hand into the hall of love can be. Looking back the past, love is in we missed the last stop, wait for the next station just. In the wrong time to meet you http://www.bestpowerinverter.com
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