An inadvertent sting, a faint smile after looking at each other, passing by, your face is hidden deep in your heart.
Standing on the corner of the street, the bustling street, the lonely figure, I saw your faint smile again, the pedestrian hurried, only the lonely figure was waiting ...
The breeze was blowing, the pedestrians were still in a hurry, or the street corner, and suddenly looked back, your figure was over there, or the smile, and between, it seems that you never leave, but do you remember the smile after the look
Past or present? Meet, miss, meet again, miss again. I forgot how many times I passed by, but did not stop in a hurry. do you know it? But a slight smile after looking at each other; missed it? It's just passing by.
When we stopped at a crossroad and didn't know where to go, did we ever know what we missed?
Don't miss the scenery of two people.