If I can See You......

                    If I can See You......

Always believe that love will defect every thing, for love can make me not afraid of pain, and I will be strong, I'll be brave, because the heart that loving you will be there.

And today I discovered that these are all lying, that loving you is just as the snow weather. When snow, all we see is the beautiful snow flying slow in the sky. But when the snow is over, after waiting for sometime, you can see the white snow would be difficult to wash off with a layer of black, the snow is no longer perfect, as no perfect love. Until the time of snow melting, maybe I'll hate it even more because it allows us to go on the road feel so muddy, I even forgot the beauty of it once and began to hate.

This is our love. Once in love we are so intimate to each other, how can everything be denied in a day's time and make all the things to have forgotten? When facing the screen every day, memories that makes me feel happy once, but now I've been telling myself to be strong and be brave, because even the heartbreak would be the perfect end.

 I think I can look forward to some day that I can see you again, and maybe we are able to be together, but the indifference of the screen, an unfamiliar language, let me know that everything has turned into ashes in the wind. Even if I am sad, you never come back. I can only make tears into the rainy day, let the rain flow , you will one day feel that the tears of mine are beating you, and your heart will feel the heartache like I do.   

 People say there are only two emotions in this world can become a romantic feeling, one is being together with reach other, while another is forget themselves in each other’s world. Since we can not be the first one, and then we can only choose the second. Too often, even if we can get the chance to choose, we still can not get the right choice in the right time to find the right person. Even if there are too many times, we could have owned red roses in hand, but in the end we can only be apart from each other, forgetting all the romantic things.

 If I can really see you, maybe I just can be the moonlight in your heart, cold and without passion, always hanging in the sky. Because we will always be a forgotten scar in each other’s heart, a wound which can not speak. If I can see you again, I just want to give back the crystal high-heeled shoes you give to me when you asked me for marry, because you are no longer my prince, I will no longer be your Cinderella.