At that time, just over 17-year-old birthday. Seventeen-year-old, a girl, love is a dream season may be disabled for the fallen flowers and leaves sad for missing the autumn months and do bad. That may be the season for me, is just a marker, a marker should be brought up. At that time to sing love, love dancing, playing, laughing love, free as a bird in the spring of their flying in the sky, did not think there will be the advent of the story, did not think there will be no choice but caused Gone with the Wind.
Seventeen-year-old clock is out of the ring, flowers and some of the frustration in their own world, I refuse to grow up, for the first time for their own weaving garlands of hope, love everyone would like to have a better life, and even Themselves to a seven-color flower fairies have to come from people's hope for the people's well-being and Health. As a result, in every corner of their own voices and laughter spread. As a result the well-being in the river with friends away; so happy BUZZ sound of the river know their life's symphony.
He had a happy and beautiful experience, then many people in her search for the source of happiness. The grief of people in the general well-being of the river in detail the talk, it wants the BUZZ flows to the well-being of their own to add color. I was 17 years old, sad for me, is just an excuse for unsatisfactory, so the friends around the river, I also of fools Mangmang Ran General followed, and after a moment, there is always the joy of laughter spread. To me, this era is not the slightly melancholy, resentment. Grew up in the future of the world, the only trouble for life.
One day, a stranger approached the boy, said: "This day I have arranged for a long time, the total would like to find a" chance "meeting with you. These days, your well-being intoxicated, would you let us go. "I have not weaving dreams for ourselves, how can we understand the meaning of" go together. " Sorry, there are many people can I have happiness, my life is still pure in wandering. See you after you have this kind of melancholy, sorry, the adult world and I can not really into, even though you are dreaming of the season around.
Or painted blue bird painting, painting himself into a piece of the clouds, or grinning, Beng Bengtiao, sad day, or from very far away, but since then more than about 000. Your melancholy, silence made me feel their presence to not let the pain, yes, I fear most of all, that's really Chun-chun, the United States and the United States of juvenile lost dream. Children's well-being of the river I have woven for a long time, I also waiting for the full flower of the season, I have become flowers in the flower fairies; I also waiting for Yela, in the autumn leaves into the rain poured beneath the rain to go Stray.
He never left the well-being, in the winter of last year after a 18-year-old birthday, I think they have grown up, the outside world in this exciting and helpless, I drift in the intoxicated again in the heart; gradually think of the river's well-being naive , Shenjue lovely. Now start dreaming, they would understand the young mind to go through very difficult to grow, but one day I will have a loved one that our well-being flow into a river.