The wind was buried

"I am in the wind offering you, in desperation ruthless waiting"

Don't know what time see of book, want to come now, besides this sentence, I also really is what all can't remember. Is to follow in the footsteps of time walking me old, or time wipe out my memory, automatic shielding those I would not touch memory?

I work hard to want to pick up, but found RuShouChu except for the wind that nothing.   herve leger long sleeved off shoulder knit bandage black dress

No, what things together. It was a sense of suffocation, that is a sense of heartache, and I can't remember the confusion.

Looking for a long time I was tired, exhausted DuZu in situ and looking up to heaven, ear constantly echoed with "I in the wind offering you, in desperation ruthless waiting for..." So as soon as flickers, seem to have what in my mind a passing, like the wind in the wind after remaining buried the whisper of shallow wanders in scenery sing, above, is like concealed.

Maybe shouldn't so persistent, why you never obsession with those who hold things? I watched days, habitual close your eyes, toward the distant past his twitter, will wind was buried in passing breeze. I don't know what she was saying, just know will past self wind was buried like an silent offering the misshapen temple, I, the spread of their pain to the wind and thoroughly sky in exchange for peace. I then life

I am eager to want to get out of the past, because for the past my memory had vague. Now that I think about it that must be section to me very painful memories, otherwise also won't turn to loot, picked up only strong choking sense and clearly to pain.

I don't despair ruthless waiting, so I choose in the wind, you by my shrine offerings of wind was buried. As I stood on the corner of the soul, cutting off my half a soul, just to exchange for the new world.

Perhaps such a way in myself too cruel, burying the past, in exchange for the future. Such life is meaningful, complete life? I don't know, I just want to forward steps, even off nor future regret, because that is the future.

The past someone to advise me to lay aside my past, I always smiled I don't want to forget, even though these memories are very pain, will let popular feeling very tired, and I don't want to, because it contains I value. My parents, and some parents' tears and those who hurt me to the deep friends. Perhaps can be a pain, but also my life first treasure.

Now, I let go of. I chose empty hiding, let the wind will those unable to clear the past was buried in distant scenery, the top of the clouds above.

I opened my eyes, the wind was buried has ended.   herve leger long sleeved scoop neck bandage blue dress

The life of the offering by chalking up and man shrine is the only life this offering sacrifice of the shrine. And the wind was buried are slightly different, because I wind was buried is past himself.

I smile, listening to the wind of the residual twitter. The wind from afar, and wind will put into the distance, then farther if I followed the wind footprint, I will in the wind, silently waiting for the sacrifices you brought to me over the last before him.

The wind was buried, or buried in the past, and never cut the future, instead connected to the past and the future.