Do not know how many years ago

including those tempting moments insistence of her eyes, she only gave me much I did not take over her will not leave the meaning. She has been to urge the car sounded the voice of the other car, I only cover the amount of hand, ran over, took her handing me the umbrella. I saw her I smiled gently, then slowly close the windows, start the car and left. Rain. An umbrella. Where life may not meet? How can I even believe that we meet again so simple? Do not know how many years ago, forget what the moment, I even do not deeply think that we will meet, if met, will be unfamiliar passers-by, who knows she can smile, I will be so from her hand took an umbrella? She stood in front of me, elegant floral dress, flowing shoulder-length hair, light green and small, vivid face a thin smile, eyes clear clarity, I have to admire his vision, so girls who are obsessed with who met memorable. She called my sister and I crashed. This is our first saw. Years later, it has shown signs of such a beautiful elegant flowers, in the time of the gallery in a long time to wind around. The Bowl, that the more good, so I can not think that all the time in all kinds of noisy and rough, on fuel, about getting along, about the future, no one who's way, no one who's preferences, she is, he is. Then later I can not imagine how they actually experienced the changes, which changes how its deep, it can even make a person's eyes from the original into a deep and gentle compassion. After that, I on