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Who says wait is a kind of happiness

If I still thought wrongly wait is a kind of happiness, then please god let me in this beautiful desire not wake up.

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This is a strange city for me, but I'm here to meet a favorite person.　 Starting from sometime, as did not know which day will end. I like the song to sing "love dead to the same: to love like every day is the end…　 I cherish me with her. Even for her, I made this vow, bright oath to me in the battlefield, fresh and bright like blood.　 Someone once so ask me: maybe one day, you will forget you had bright vows. But finally I didn't forget to. If you forget pain, if not just forget I can be myself, I'd rather not forget… Because it is the deepest heart, who, as time cannot erase.　 Once said to himself: wait, is a kind of happiness. Take my love, in a quiet corner of the waiting quietly, hope that someday she would come, in every sunrise, I will have a new hope, the starry night, in my blessing, and make constant long may, countless, etc, seeing how, I think, is everything.　 It is a day of excites me, I found her message, but this is not good news. She says mumblingly: put my name from you wipe go, and, in each. I can't refuse, I can't talk, I can't say: don't bravely. Forget her eyes, forget the sadness fell, she turned to refuse. The marriage room of the happy character is red, the testimony of our hand, and still bears witness to our parting. But the joking, holding red didn't know which will lead to a lover of happiness. Red candle, the happy character. But these scenes full into my mind heavily wounded.　 Silence, dead silence.　 I don't know what can I say, can say nothing. From the heart want her to be happy, even though she was no longer in my side.　 She said: I forgot to be low, grasp your own happiness.　 If everything is empty, callous, her silly? She doesn't know her days I will still more happy? After she slipped away… Back, left alone, perhaps this is my final destination. I just kept on asking yourself: wait, really is a kind of happiness?　 If it is good, I once, then hope god never let I wake up…