My favorite season

I'm sure I will forget the details about our meetings.
I'm sure I will forget all about you slowly and tardily. Just like never ever see each other.

But now,I miss you,I miss your smile,your bright eyes,your hair...

You hurt me,but you don't know.
You're an angel for me,but I'm a naive boy for you.
You're too perfect for me,but I'm just a creep for you and you don't like me at all.

I want to have control,I want to have a perfect body,I want to have a perfect soul,just hope you can notice me,when I'm not around.



I know that I'm just a pass-by for seasons. I fancy summer,but summer don't belong to myself. I cannot own summer by my own love.

What I can get from my favorite season is just a leaf.

She never know I have nothing to eat for her in the whole day.

Tomorrow,I will never think about her.


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