Time is silent push to the summer of 2008. I think this is a should sad season foakleys, a red line and one end of the separation.

Who also dare not to touch it, it is sensitive to a touch namely is broken. String together the pieces will be scattered light moments, like light was drawn into a black hole, can't pursue. The eyes will advance flood season, no alarm in, from the flood, instant fuzzy world.

Turn the wind ring, you are reading, gently flying up to the ears.

Remember the intoxicating smile, the summer sun, refreshing to relaxed; Like the sea wind ring, so is the laughter of the XiaWu filled.

Do you remember you always twinkle, sweep the blackboard to parade, then whatever mouth foaming scattered teacher, as the wind moving your breath for the sea, like a lazy cat on the table if, XiaMian experience of myself...

Wait until to open the eyes into a butterfly, and then shuttle between the flowers dancing. A tied not fly, fly heart...

Is the flavor of the green up, to fly back to the dream. The summer after, the sky is always a white cloud in wander. You are always so eager to green grass, blue sky, white clouds, of little rooms, static lake...... Fairy tales always not black and white, the color, and wonderful abundant among them.

Then, who are older, really grew up. The summer window to cast a layer after layer of yarn, summer become obscured......

Until you hand in of the examination paper less and less, in the summer of 2008 also arrived.

More than 20 days replica oakleys , you went away. With the summer heat, a time to leave.

Red line will still be broken, and shadow, memory or will be like pieces were scattered. Where I want to catch up?