Miss

A person, a cup of coffee, a book, a piece of music, a quiet start is a rare time of his own.

I don't know when, I like to sit quietly and read a book, watching others play; I like to watch the ever-changing clouds in the sky; I like to be alone in the dead of night.

It seems that the noisy voice is getting farther and farther away from me. As time goes by, the petite back is getting farther and farther away from me. Missing the happiness of those years. The girl who looked at the sky and looked forward to growing up had long since disappeared. Some embarrassing steps had long since become a hasty trot, the light that had not been turned on late at night, and began to overload the work because of its owner.

The innocent smile of the ignorant face was once gone; instead of the embarrassment when encountering a problem, the sadness when seeing the stinging score. I didn't forget happiness, I forgot the smile; I just can't remember how to laugh and have no time to think about how happy.

Slowly, when I started to miss, I realized that I couldn’t go back, only to know that I had grown up.

The second day: the dream lover