Because of the accidental rainy day, I have time to slow down my pace, Appreciatinge the things on campus carefully. Two buildings stand on both sides. Corridors seems to be a bridge between them. Through those corridors, they can gently tell each other's feelings. I am deeply afraid that an careless will disturb them, So I decided to watch them quietly. I hope that by doing this, I can get out about The fact that you are no longer by my side. Excited footsteps is are the beginning of all,
Numerous handshakes are between new people. , First impressions we shareed in the humid summer, The shaved ice and joy laying on the table., Spending my youth on this exact spot, In between the two roads where everything overlaps., The question marks and exclamation points, Never ending laughter and heartfelt coffee stops., I’ve never imagined it better, With the ever changing weather. , Days that somehow sweet yet bitter, In a city that I will forever remember. The Champs-Elysées Avenue in front of us seems to be the road that people must pass through to get to heaven. The seemingly ordinary road to heaven, the road above the hot flame is a heavy test given to everyone by God. The benefactors on the road of life turn into a tree, standing on both sides, holding up the emerald umbrella, for us to withstand the bright sun, against the test. To help us walk smoothly to the entrance of heaven ahead. Same place, different feelings
You know the place, definitely. Some of you go there once or twice a month. Others, however, it’s a daily routine. Still others, this is where the fantasy begins. Whether you are a commuter or a traveler, Whether you are excited, exhausted, or bursting into tears, One day, may you meet the amazing sunset, One day, may you stop and smell the roses, Hope you realize that beauty does exist. It’s in everywhere. Just take it slowly. And you will soon find out. I wish you could still be there
Standing near Sitting here I would like to meet you again See you smile Hear you cry You were the light You were the shine You were the world But there still comes the end The end that I couldn't change Crying Shouting Running You are still leaving The end is heartless The life is merciless The world is pitiless But you are the cutest I still wish you could be there Standing near Sitting here |