Blue Marks

What is it that is entangled in the longing in my heart? Is this the song ringing in my ears? Was it that warm dream last night? Is it the drenching autumn rain? Or is it the familiar string of phone numbers in your mind? Ah, it should be the night when love was silent; it should be the words "Don't regret it"; it should be the disappearing back figure in the eyes; it should be that look back in the dim light; it should be the agreement buried deep in the heart; it should be the place where the heart has stopped when passing by; it should be the memory about winter; it should be the distance between love and non-love! Embed yourself in the photo album of memories, and let the melancholy wind blow the cold tears down your cheeks. What you can't refuse is still the direction of longing. You can only let all the negatives of memories cover your tired eyes.