You can feel the breath of time, life sometimes hastily washed all. And have you ever walked on the road, suddenly red phoenix wings reminiscent of old memories? School age, the age of the dreams, I love it and can not forget. When lowered to the same branch of red phoenix I suddenly remembered the parting image!
Yes, tingling sound crickets around here somewhere and the signs sunny summer, inexplicably, the memories came rushing parted that day in mind and get overwhelmed by my thoughts. All are clear like yesterday's memories. Farewell as a short-term trip begins in the playground and loved.
The dry grass plaited into beautiful bracelets and lovely on the hand, neck daughters. Then take a picture spoiled, everywhere, from the rock, original old phoenix, tree shrine, suddenly became beautiful and suggests how such emotions flutter. Farewell journey continues to pine forest, days after the torrential rain, blue sky, bright sun shines on the sparkling blue of the wings rung.Nuoc pure streams, gurgling over the rocks wedged , again, capturing another moment to laugh, smile shutter, shutter eyes, afraid - after today, perhaps, will last long after seeing her smile and eyes! English play, another call á í, fun, fun and forget to go today is all farewell! Then back to a familiar school grounds, sun off treetops,'ve stopped crying and purple sunset over the horizon in a remote instance.
Suddenly, memories as entangles deposited on trees, and landscape classes at the school. The place that day is coming, the classroom that day is over, a simple casual and special cutter that came back, more loving. We all walked around the room, go through the trees, trying to pick up their own memories, fear of the future, then it must be ice tomorrow sorrow or regret. Transient sad. Branch phoenix red petal hand picking each other down, last longer pink butterfly presses the paper, line guestbook loved just scribbled, and stars as if time had stopped!
We hold hands and sing, the lyrics are gentle ring "time passes quickly leaving only memories ... .." who exchanged looks embarrassed and confused, do not know why tears pouring. Crying! I was told the date of separation, that will not cry in front of people, do not understand why the meantime, his tears just welled up. Flood your body gently pinched cheeks beginning mug, sure do not have to cry, but looked slightly open somewhere far away, and the tears just flowed. That moment seemed stood silent, hidden behind me to their hearts in minds, and by waiting for the summer of purple prism, celebrate that day returned, integrity and love!
Memories will remember yesterday, with the steering benches, corner of Poinciana school grounds. Minutes emotional farewell and anxiety, in a white shirt full of dreams!
