My story is always retained with a shadow of you, today, suddenly think of you, but originally as the tide surging thoughts has been opened at this time, into the heart a gloomy wood flower, space-time is in white as snow stagnation, snow in the next, your soul into the soil, the cool water will your body to moisten, ten years life and death two boundless, not taste do not have a feeling in the heart environmental-protection.

Time heals all wounds, can the dead people to miss diluted into blossom general nature, can be all enemy lock in the old time sealed box inside, can be as good all youth flower picture album is sealed in memory, can be that a burst of fragrance exudes YuLan friendship as time gradually wind piaoyuan. At this time, I on the keyboard calm beat miss for you, heart like water, such as the summer sun. This thought, with a long tears NuHart, will you to miss; this thought, with a sad poem, will your dying pain suffered by illness, pain, dig to myself, so that I can not forget you; want to sing a song, Emil Chau's "friends" by abuse, moved to you deeply mourn; this thought, with warm hand hold up your ashes, upwind standing in the sky and water phase place, the wind will you finally in the world remains one one out to sea, and finally disappeared Not the least trace was found. Unfortunately, all this have I do not, can not do, because in your struggle, I have not once come to your side, stroking your hair, watching you pined face, leave a drop of tears of the truth; because I am afraid to touch your disease, fear it also wrapped himself, selfish on the blood inside, rushed to the heart, but a burst of pain NuHart.

Before you leave the days, I always want to keep to yourself when young. Keep our friendship once; awaken you to my love pity; resolve our little knot. Remember childhood we, has not the same fate. The friendship God cares for you, your friends are many, also very sincere; life God cares for you, love you love your teacher, classmates, friends, love you, love your parents, you have a healthy body and mind; the God of victory favors you, achievement is outstanding, in the horizontal bar on the flying swallow, on the runway ran like the wind; the beautiful God cares for you, the same beautiful black hair like ink, healthy tanned skin, long curved eyebrows inlaid with a pair of such as the black jewel bright eyes of God, delicate nose and thin lips, almond face, pointed of chin, let people can not help but good for your heart. You are a clean and tidy child. The hair is always so smart soft and bright; teeth as well as white as shell; not a trace of dirt fingernail, uniform total floated the smell of washing powder, books with white paperboard packing, with long, but very few can fold dirty yellow NuHart.

I was lonely, self willed, doesn't love clean, acting perverse, eccentric, not by the teachers and students welcome. Sorrow and resentment is my instinct, wandering alone in tears; total in desolate; general resentment resentment; always hesitated to move forward. Without a clear goal, not a long-term planning, not a beautiful dream. I don't know, how long will have; I don't know, why is God so unfair; I don't know, alone and lonely shadow to accompany me long. Each style class, I would sit under the kapok tree, looking at the tall dark trunk, the full fire exuberant dazzling kapok, my mind is your shadow, beautiful and warm, honest and kind. Whenever I tears, looked at you and the students had be jubilant, the heart is a lonely NuHart.

You may notice my lonely figure, maybe you feel my deep sorrow, you may have noticed that I'm expecting eyes, in childhood's end, I came to the spring of friendship. I sat behind you, you sometimes towards me with a smile, that smile, warm my frozen heart long; after class, you help me pick up the books into the bag inside, with rapid, urged me to hurry up, get rid of the wrong things in a leisurely manner; together we walk in the school on the road, the sun is always bright, gentle caress you my face, long shadow of you and I, we laughter all the way, sometimes talk about fun on the classroom, and imitating the movements in the beautiful young girl turned animation, Yang Guangsa in our happy face, sprinkle in our happy laughter, then I, feeling good happiness.

Out of the childhood, you get to six, I, stayed at three stream school new. Primary school graduation that summer vacation, you wrote me a letter, the letter is hidden in many touching the truth, there remember our happy childhood, float in the air with your warmth, word in line with your joy and don't give up, how sincere sincere friendship. And I, at that time also cannot read your mature elegant prose style, just know you still lingering in our friendship, so I hurried back to the letter, also will be the letters like pickles, I interview a lot of impossible. High school six years, we are busy with school, have their own circle of friends, very little contact. In school, we have met in the same tutor at home. At that moment I walked in the door, your bright eyes found me, so he enthusiastic shouting my name