The girl

Young girlish dream, when I was 18 years old, I once imagined when I stood before the window looking outside, a boy passed through the window and looked up, and seeing a girl like me.
I always love the story about falling in love for the first time. Just as a man seeing a girl passing through his window, his eyes became so soft and gentle, he forget everything and only her in his eyes and minds.
This girl is lucky.
wanted to be loved very simply, peacefully, no matter one year, ten years and 100 years, those gentleness like water, flows in heart forever.
Recently reading a book, letter not about love, the unrequited love, sometimes was sad, sometimes was just reading for reading.

Sometimes I would think about how men spent his life, sometimes was sad, abandoned smartness into their daily life, maybe I never once understand one. Even my daddy, miss my parents. Today is Sunday...