Locus Locus

Music sounded, touch the heart, eyes slightly moist.
With gentle voice, I have forgotten the existence of people around, head down, close your eyes ... ...
enter high school, you will not be doomed again in front of me. Distance away from you, Is this the high school had brought to my expectations? Thought long enough time for three years [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but do not want to, just a moment [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], has always been. Probably never pay attention to your breath too [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], actually made me have deep and fond memories; original messy habit of fortune has also flashed, disappeared from the eye side.
not keep up with you, but I go too fast too quickly, fall forward you a lonely man, I totally do not know. So turn around, and then return to find you, lost one. With only the familiar feeling among the crowd. In the twinkling of an eye but will miss rubbing shoulders the moment, you suddenly got hold of my arm. I turned, only to find: continued on our way.
remember that we are all children of the rain. Never open an umbrella, let rain fall freely from the skin. You look forward to the rainbow after the rain, I was more absorbed in the rain to relax. Out on my own feelings are often close to the rain, returning to the classroom, it is like to hear your tone of blame: .
then turned out to be you sick. See you look down on the desk, that you then get distracted, they tread the pedal of your chair, to remind you, take a class. You sat there, motionless. Fangliao Xue, see your haggard face, I discovered, you're sick. Thin body had more weak, and no one to blame, my words, his quietly away. Looking at your thin figure, I think you get better faster, ah, we need to work together yet.
have told you my dreams, you always repeat that sentence: my consciousness to be, totally did not consider other factors. Now find that some things, even do our best, sometimes difficult to achieve; some things, nor to the results, but to promise.
I promised to let you listen to the voice I used to recite classical; promised to let you appreciate the elegance of my saxophone. I have been trying: still maintains the habit of a daily morning reading poetry; home, saxophone 6 hours a day are still engaged in the practice. Time flies can you hard looking forward to my promise, and perhaps eventually, but also in three years later. A long time, I never will forget his fear of commitment, how I had to live up to your commitments? You are always like a child-like, begged me, afraid of their own state of mind changes. But how? I know you are firm. Not easily changed, this is your personality, I believe.
I kept thinking, ears also the imprint of that song floating:
how to hide / I'm sad / lost your place
your hair incense / powder may rush / I can not keep up
close your eyes / can see / you leave traces of
in the moonlight / has been looking for / That figure missed ... ...

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