11 years ago in the early autumn, 00 rain not to the parting

The evening of Tanabata, occasionally recalled your fragments.
The early autumn of 11 years ago to tonight, faded memories.
Accustomed to lying on the textbook to see your carefree cheeks.
That birthday card is the only birthday gift I have received.

Beautiful winter does not need to end, you and I have no end of the trajectory.
Forget the lost and painful autumn, is the only can not forget the beautiful.
Walking in the sunshine of the campus, I wanted to hold your hand and never let go.
A bicycle that rides on the fallen dust, and does not see the village in front.

I can feel happy when I'm with you.
Also do not understand the so-called heavy color light friend is what meaning.
The sunlight through the watering clean classroom, the window seems to float full of rainbow.
You rowed off the stretch of paper with that very beautiful pen.

Imagine you wearing a blood-red wedding dress, gongzhuang scattered a few strands of black hair.
It was when I was 24 years old that I saw your red face through scarf.
At this moment is the end of the soul, the houses piled in wood and stones.
Sunlight passing through the classroom dust out a beam of light.

You said that I would be able to enter the college class, you will be divided into the graduating class.
I don't know what to do with your life in different classes.
Once I helped a female classmate pick up a falling ballpoint pen.
Hope I was behind you, do not see my red face.

In the summer time to parents asked to transfer to the county school.
Finally, the relationship said, next semester I will say goodbye to here.
Time will let me forget you, but also to change the end of the soul.
You are still there, not to say goodbye to you I rushed.

You can't even know I'm going through hell, I really soon forget you.
A classmate of the original told me about you, only to remember that has been forgotten so long.
Without your contact address, I like to observe this unknown strange world.
The world of pain is dotted with virtual friendships, and finally only the world is left.

Feel the Thunder light rain outside the window on the coach.
Watch the rest of the world's black dust under a low-tide bridge.
Light rain is not the day after the leaves of the Poplar 00 rain not to.
The dust is not the thin soil of the withered grass in the shade of the tree that day.

Every time with family to Grandpa's home, will think of you.
More than once through the road, fantasy inadvertently met you.
The weak brook beside the road can carry my illusion to you.
The road side carries the childhood memory, whether childhood you I already met.

Listen to a childhood playmates said, in Yangquan have seen you.
I have inquired about your contact method, but also did not find the results.
Once fancied to meet you by chance, you may be overwhelmed.
Through the road again, the end of the road is no incense-filled Buddhist temples.

I am alone after parting, in the unknown darkness of the earth ahead.
On the overhead bridge illuminated by the street lamp, I never left my mark.
You're also struggling to get a few paychecks a month.
You are also seen in the despair of the world surrounded by high-rise mansions.

Now I am 24 years old, I do not know how long it will take.
Also for the hope of fantasy, in the diffuse thick fog walked a lot.
Tanabata evening, splicing you I once memory.
11 years ago in the early autumn to tonight, those memories may be accidentally broken.

Rain Yoko

August 20, 2015

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11 years ago in the early autumn, 00 rain not to the parting