No tears fell in love with sad

 Worry about hanging on last night cleared the lonely, run around with at the present alone, the lonely open fields, invisible steps into the happy edge has always been difficult. Is a disappointment? Or more hope? The day that the person, who can say that the clear: in the end is lonely or happy?
a person to walk this way for so many years. No matter how clear, that more than seven thousand days to no longer reproduce. that sober is like wine there is truth, said they lost as if windblown sand in the wind volume. In wandering forward, helpless alone, in the hopes of living, to survive in the real world. sometimes sad, but can not find the flow of tears in my eyes.
I think I already used the lonely days, but still want to be happy in the shadow. I know the light used is of no use, because the habit does not really give you a solution. so I need a woman, need a belated love. But I Where is the woman really need? I can not find, like, like I never cried. Love can not appear more like a fabulous, but fictional, even though true.
I do not believe imaginary love, But many people are always living in the fictional emotion. perhaps the reality too cruel, perhaps illusory too good, people aspire to a romantic life. romantic, this is it for the love of words used, is divorced from reality and Illusion. When people are the hope of pursuing perfection in mind, they often forget or overlook something else, which is sometimes fatal. But the so-called romance is very unstable, drifts between reality and fantasy, One landed hard. After so many nights thinking about the pain, I still believe that there true love, true love often can you believe there is love in the time has quietly left. So what is it true love in the end? how in the end prove it? Where is it? me know!
It was April, the sky, that is a true story. but when you think it is true, you will disappointed, this is the so-called real disappointment it! you down is not the story itself, but the cruelty of life and the vagaries of helplessness, as well as unforgettable and fuzzy feeling of the figure in the sky.
when winter is over, I still from time to time saying the phrase: the arrival of winter have been, can spring be far behind the poem. In my impression, always feel love late spring is a young girl, but it will make people see imagination. But when the spring wind onwards, I was indifferent to the feeling of spring, and did not feel any good in spring, what really is worth thinking of people to places, then perhaps it really spring yet to come. I looked at the blue sky said the word: winter are past, are still in the late spring!