Youth, what a wonderful time. And I, in the depths of time in turmoil of youth. Spring breeze blowing, green and happy. I was born in the spring of May, but in the youth of the rainy season, like flowers wither. Pain, because friendship again and again, at the end of spring, like flowers wither.

Do not understand, the human world, why want to have everlasting friendship, just started, but it was time mercilessly tear. Youth, youth, once used in high and vigorous spirits; once brilliant youth, fresh clothes horse angry. But happiness is so short, when youth just hug me, imperceptibly tears gushing out from the corner of his eye.

The storm of youth came suddenly when I was seventeen years old. Don't understand why I don't understand, why pay cast to the wind; the friendship line will be youth do not understand why, abruptly broke; loneliness always surrounded me.

Youth is a painful journey. In the young the depths of time, no one had noticed my heart pain, I really pay, but for unwarranted charges. Some people say that youth like flowers, blooming beautiful, dazzling. And my youth flowers, early in the life of the season, was the rain washed the petals.

Youth is a lonely journey. The feeling of being repelled is like a snowstorm. The heart is very cold, the mood is very low, and the mood is very sad. I really want to catch the string of friendship. I want to sing a song for friendship. I really want to hold your hand and run in front of the spring breeze.

Just, that's just my wishful fantasy. Friends, without you, I can only one person to spend the cold youth fleeting only a person to hide sadness; weep silently in the corner; only lonely back watching you smile at me.

Youth, I will watch you in the sunshine of spring; I will wait for your moistening in the spring rain; I will wait for your gentle caress in the spring breeze; I will feel your fragrance in the flowers of spring. But this happiness is too short, I no blessing you bring me good springtime.

Youth, that is, the fate of friendship and brush past. Friends, lose you, my heart is cold cold; my feelings hurt hurt; my heart good pain. In the days without you, my youth has come to an end; my youth is suffocating; my youth is hard to bear.

Good miss, once the youth years. Once, we in the morning the sound of reading aloud in the classroom, bathed in scholarly; once, we hand in hand, in the playground smiling happy, graceful youth spend time; once we galloped in the stadium on the runway, the solidarity of common experience.

Without your days, I give you every day in the diary to write a letter with tears. I wrote in my letter that you were good to me, that you misunderstood me and wrote about the good times we had together.

In the letter, I am full of sorrow, lose you, my life is like no flower. In the world without flowers, everything can only be blurred with color; all flowers seem so unreal; I seem to lose my sense of smell, and I can't smell the fragrance around me.

In the letter, I am full of loneliness, lose you, my life is like spring. In the soul without spring, my world is vast, my world is cold, my world is lonely.

Once, it took me seventeen years to heal the wounds of my heart. I miss the beauty we have in space, miss the old sisters and love friendship, miss the little things we have shared together. But, that diary full of pain and memories, has not been able to help me escape the fate of loneliness and sadness.

Seventeen years is too far away, from the beginning to the middle deep pain, unrealistic memory, later to blame for his friends don't understand. I blame, again and again to deceive ourselves, our friendship will continue, as long as I wait patiently, begging, always There is a way out. No venga.

Tangled, pain, tears, sad. Another seventeen years, my tears drained; my memories blurred; my sad numb; my apathy. Even for before writing you a letter, see also feel very strange, you look like, although also remember, but not as much as seventeen years ago, deep; shared memories, but also because of the passage of time, become very clear.

Have an emotion, no matter how long, will always be hidden in the heart; there is a memory, no matter how long, will always be hidden in the depths of my mind. You look like, no matter how many seventeen years, even to the old, had Alzheimer's, I can still vaguely recognize you; miss you paranoid, even in the last moment of my life, also can feel its strong.

No, this friendship is enduring as the universe, no matter whether I still care for you I don't understand, understanding, that is the reason; get along, that is the reason; shared happiness and sadness, pain, do not understand is a kind of luck; depart, ten years did not contact, that is a fate. There is no difference between happiness and sorrow, pain and sadness. Only value and value are not worth seeing.

Life, experience ups and downs, through the vicissitudes of time, through the four seasons, from the green to mature, from naive to sedate, from paranoia to calm, from see through, become aware of deep. No matter whether the friendship is still there or not, it is the fact that we escape from it