Left a memory of red

All say time, left a regret, left a sad, little imagine, leave only a small part of it. Besides memories in life, there are many beautiful excuse, as those stagger meet, always can not bearing the pain of time, but just left memories in red. 
Stroll street Yu Xiaocheng August, in the quiet of lazy breath, as if in front of everything in the sleeping, Dream beauty pro no matter is real or fake, but they are not willing to wake up. 
Gently pass on both sides of the road, the thoughts of pause in mind along the coast, I call the memory and hard to feel the surrounding scenery, just, in my mind has been looking forward to the picture but didn't show up, it seems that traces of the time and location, can't find any clues of long gone. 
Memory smile, stay in yesterday's eaves, always reluctant to disperse, whether or not, the direction of the forgotten, can't find back once all. So I was accustomed to such a feeling, always stick to the passing AC motor manufacturer of time, how to also could not walk in the heart of the lost. 
To constantly run time in a hurry, story, Yun overflow memories in my mind, like the flowers bloom in the spring, is so wanton swaying. 
Life on the road, landscape idea change, there are a lot of people, a lot of things, is destined to miss with you, as the flowers in full bloom, eventually escapes withering end-result. I know, even if all busy in the dream, wake up after the age is just a fantasy. 
When the time was cut through the loop, the memory no longer connected to the starting point, the state of mind and how to speak, if you forget to let oneself learn to break free. If can, why leave some that touched the bottom of my heart but how also can't cheat myself. Remember that deja vu familiar, looking back in the lights dim surprised, it turns out that there are so many shallow regret and deep thoughts. 
Perhaps, this is the meaning of life is the most essential, as long as there is memory moment of leaving, the spirit of the world there will be countless happy, even if it is a short passing, even tears are hung all smile, then, we all learned a lot, have moved, are grateful, touched by the so-called fate of meet, also grateful to all of the absence of memory. 
In fact, people who are experienced in the mind also know that because you can't leave the personnel too much, so can be only a little, is nothing but leave some bittersweet memories, filling in his lonely life. 
As we all know, in the boundless earth, few people could read you truly, can in the boundless and indistinct sea between find people who have the same breath with them is not easy, that need much predestination. So, I put this desire folds into a beautiful flower, gently implanted into their hearts, let the time quietly reading. 
Precipitation when memory through the sea, all of the spectacular, I put the young Italian wine knocking, let time brought mind bleaching, leaving the most calm and smile. 
One time, the paper a paper (ancient, even though thousand helpless, so sad, time will not again, as long as you meet a good, that is the most pure happiness life.