I know we missed the hand

 I know we missed the hand, I know I was the quiet and walked away.
Kapok life I am after all, there is little luxury too romantic love, I despise false, charity, unequal love, I do not so great, but have been looking for that feeling, that feeling is my healing of the soul, the soul is the heart of the stick in the height of the last line of defense, because I was a pure devotion to protect, an passion, a little moved, will also have a hard to find true love and believe will come of silly, I dare not delay, but far from looking at - or landscape, or a farce. Is it really love, A bird that is not visible to the song, the earth will die if you encounter?
I do not know hh
love, not a difficult negotiation but rather a blend of emotions, one each individuals are not the same feeling, the same kind of people do not appease everyone. love, not perfect but added the process is fair and not biased, not greed is satisfied, but not dependent on each arm. So I have been walking alone , because I have never opened a knot, I finally chose to escape, walking in the bustling streets, standing on his own shadow, I admit, I am vulnerable, I was afraid of walking alone in this solitude feeling.
Yela, the flowers wither, next year can also be recycled, then brilliant, but to the dead could not leave? Sometimes it leaves my true love, love it cool to come and go, not to leave earth trace of whine; love it inclusive, not banal ordinary life it is the attitude: love it looks into the distance of the eyes and the smile return to the earth. may be one person, and who all his life calm and no love, no hate, no complaints, no regrets ?! I can not hh.
But even if we missed the hand, but I want to tell you know you are lucky in my life.
may be, just have your back, watch your back disappeared without a trace I pretended to free and easy, but you smile, still in my heart hh
I do not know what to do, but have to move on, although I could not bear that is the way your shadow.