Summer fruit - she and his story (zt) - I was afraid of my Jianwei

 Her mind is heavy, not always happy when more than happy, often at night to drive to Mission Bay, facing the dark sea, often taking advantage of no one around, mustering the enthusiasm shouting: ah ¯ waves coming in and instantly Back up, just leave some in her feet foam, nothing has changed ...... Mission Bay, has witnessed many of her love, love, laughter and tears. That year, he and she had just met, He took her to Mission Bay to go, sit side by side, isolated beaches and walkways of the concrete barrier, he said to her, his friends say the truth to all, but every one knows are different aspects, each can allows the people feel a special trust in his own, are consciously conservative in his 'secret', can everyone not know nothin round, so he is very safe, and in everyone's eyes, he is extremely sincere and mysterious The. Having said that, he came over, very mysteriously, she said: But I hope that one day all the truth all the same person said. She blushed, the heart of a swing, think, this man is me ? After that, she never went alone, Mission Bay, facing the sea no longer cry over. He and she often go hand in hand in the soft sand on Mission Bay, to see ebb and flow, between her and him playing in the waves Sometimes, still sitting on the concrete barrier, facing the sea, minutes to eat a fresh hot fish & chips, or is it a big cone were cool ... ... he told her that he have a relationship of each started in the hot summer, maybe hot burning it restless in his body. At that time, the height of summer. Later, he often quarrels with her, for her explanation, he was always impatient, always leave her to drive Advantage away. She was very upset and often their tears for no reason. Still later, he said, let the personality clashes. She asked, What does that mean. He said, let's break up. She began to cry, and later, she said, Well, apart. At that time, is winter. From then on, she no longer went to Mission Bay, no longer eat fish & chips, ice cream is no longer, if less, smile gone, just sitting all alone into the regular God. One year has passed, no heard from him, she finally completed her studies. That day, her weight in comfortable tones, such as Buddhism, to see the sun shining outside, only to think of it himself for a long time been thought not look up at the sky and white clouds; a long time, did not begin really comfortable laugh over his brow, and she looked in the mirror, smiled to himself, she decided to walk out. CITY in the open car after a few minutes to turn on a coastal Highway. roll down the window, and leaned lazily on the seat, arm the sunny red, the sea breeze is just right, was blowing tepid. This is called bits and pieces far and near the sea are sailing to. Many people driving cars, dragged behind boats, kayaks. Today is the weekend plus good weather, the beach full of people, street full of cars approaching the Mission Bay time, the bus will start much lined up. I look out at interest, and many adults with small children, rented a roller, glide along the sea splashed; a handsome running headphones Male Female Jun; the car and push the child's pace is brisk young mother; there walking the dog's; side of the road selling strawberries trailers there. She felt as being the magic wand over the same point, suddenly bright again. Fortunately, suddenly found a parking space, have the car to the next, and she looked up and eyes closed, deep breath of salt air microstrip, suddenly thought, this is not a taste of summer? eyes open to see the heavens, still is so blue, so high, white clouds feeling a little transparent, East West, a cook, with the wind, while scattered together for a while, changing the shape. approached the beach, standing when she and he sat on the concrete barrier on the , look around the beach full of people, not the original silence. she stood so quiet, long, long time. Later, she and many of the children huddled together, ahead of a genius to know how many turn the team after the bend waiting to buy ice cream, then sat on the bench side of the road to eat, looking at cars and pedestrians coming and going, the smell of ice cream cones attracted many sparrows, breaking off a hand to feed them, the more lead more, every time bayan, a total of 10 toward one direction while a few sparrows, in the end, even breaking out the ice cream cones also stick in the fingers, they also blunt, and direct craned their necks to peck, she smiles, very happy. Originally, the summer has really come, and, early. summer fruit PLAY: Karen Mok cover: Beautiful Life may give up to feel beautiful and you do not see you near me you will remember the time the fruits of accumulated memories of this summer the aroma of loneliness I try to leave you Do not think of you though it was not my intention will always love you said I might have committed but because not sure what do with silence when the results go to cover up is so blatant that you would not leave until I say you just turned to look at me you do not, do not say you love me When I see an ebb and flow as long as you do remember I will always love you said I might have promise but no proof sorry not sure when the results do not cover up what is so plainly does not have to say at least those who can leave me I might give up after a fall can not you see you close to me remember the time you will accumulate the fruits of summer flavor of love memories I thought that was missing without a trace overflow perhaps represents my heart you do not, say you still love me When I see an ebb and flow as long as you remember me do you dream of me if you please hold me