Lethe

tm1860 [personal essays] Date :2009 -5-8 13:43:16 by ? ? arrow keys to flip Editor's note: I do not know that Lethe moisture mist glowing quietly buried the memory of many joys and sorrows, also difficult to trace the other side of Lethe number stands lonely back. Just like Lethe, already turned into the eternal. Lethe, yesterday, she was gone; Lethe, is young, she was gone. 
 Lethe, is tomorrow, she will always come; Lethe,Ecco, is dead, she will always come. 
 Lethe, only one river, one, day and night, always cross in front of me; always entangled with my heart, always blocking my path to the river. She does not seem 
 River, she seems to be the sea, so vast, a look also Olga, also hear the echo how shouting. She does not seem 
 River, she seems to be the lake,burberry laarzen, so calm, I can hardly detect the flow of her. She does not seem 
 River, she seems to be ice, so hard, then raging wind,ugg milano Miss the bitter _79346, it is difficult to roll up her water even a trace of thin corrugated. 
 But Lethe is the river, she is the river. She like the sea, but there is no mirage; her like the lake, but not the morning mist; she Sibing,burberry foulard Night Rain does not dim _14559, gentle than ice. 
 So I lingered in Lethe's shore, looking across the river boats, and thus higher the head, out of the beard, through his own youth. 
 River is no longer reflected in my shadow, it is just old soul. I think I might have been wandering down here, until one day, river no longer reflect the absence of any thing; until I lay on the river sand, and slowly decayed, leaving only dry bones with the next. 
 Perhaps that time, Lethe will take pity on my loyalty, take away my bones, the bones of my right hand finger food onto the other side of the beach, let me touch lifelong cherished land. 
 I want to cry, I do not know is how many times, I looked dead in the water, think of yourself, think of Lethe, thinking across the invisible land, could not help tears. Dry tears over the cheek, bitterly's. 
 Each falling tears, I always collected in a shell inside - piece of shell was accidentally picked up on the beach, very beautiful - until now, has some weight, I try a light that the taste of tears - so much suffering, even that moment my soul trembling. I was filled with tears 
 shells abandoned on the beach in Lethe, long years I thought it might also brewing a trace of fragrance. 
 Lethe on the beach, I continued my wandering, but I have no more tears. I think maybe that tears my heart candy in lakes, already forever remain in that shell where the beach. 
 Do not know how many years they had, I was already faltering, still on the beach Lethe continued my wandering. Once again saw that shell, that shell filled with my tears. 
 Shells still, the tears are still there. I thought it was the same as the aging of the wine mellow, then Cho a light - it is impossible to describe in words the taste. My heart seems to sour all these little shells filled into the inside. In fact, I know, this is not bitter tears, but my heart; aging is not it also tears, but my heart sad. 
 I shell carefully into Lethe, we hope that Lethe's gone so water can take away my sadness. 
 Lethe still,ugg greece, water still. My tears, my sorrow, on riding shell, with the Lethe, quietly flows. 
 One day, when I open my eyes, that shell is still my feet, Lethe still, water still, my heart still ... ... 
 the original, will take away the things she always brought back again; original She is so kind. I find a collection of flowers, it is a dream of flowers, the flowers will soon fade away. The last time I kiss them, let them gently glide I have gray hair, I have gaunt cheeks ... ... 
 I take them to the water, I hope they can one day Lethe back, just like back my sadness and tears - I have no dreams in the day. 
 ... ... 
 I have to wait until the last trace of black hair into white hair; I have to wait until their teeth, Lethe as she is still flowing, and my dream has never looked back. 
 Occasionally a few petals from the river drift over the heart, much to my nod. However, I understand, it was just someone else. 
 I lie on the beach, looking at the center of Lethe, I will not wait for my dream, but waiting for that imminent death. 
 He finally came, like the others said, poignant night, he came, armed with curved sickle came. Him back to Lethe, facing me, saying softly: