本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛We are all kind of dull people after all those exciting and promising years went away.
We finally find time is not our friends but enemy. Who you are waiting for now is out of the question. The dream once you worked so hard was like bubble. Home you thought should be warm actually is easy to turn over to be colder than outside. What you believe before now you doubt. Be ourselves seem to be easier by talking but acting We are now like a diffuse glass nobody can see through it. But we still keep our soft and tend heart in deep waiting for some special spring which it remains sleep all the winter. We still hope the door being open, She suddenly appear. One day when we do the cleaning, the old stuff all these years we carefully put away still reminds us and touches us to tears. The old friends though no long take our heart; we still wonder how she is…
But it is very sad that we do not believe miracle any more, life is life. We accept the ups and downs more calmly. We accept we are not perfect person. This makes us more relief.
We are in compliance with our life. It is not easy but it makes us survive.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net