“记得当时年纪小,你爱谈天我爱笑。有一回我们并肩坐在桃树下,风在树梢,鸟儿在叫。我们不知道什么时候睡着了,梦里花落知多少……”而我,一直记得我们之间认真而矫情的那句:如果友情是一种爱,我一直深深地爱着你。现在,正是花开时节,不在我身边的你会和哪一个某某分享你的心情呢?春花烂漫,花开正好,只是我们再也不能紧握彼此的手不放了,我们说好的以后,美丽的荒唐。如今,我的身旁没有人,却已与你无 “I remember when I was young, you love to talk about the sky I love to laugh .Once we sat under the peach trees, the wind in the trees, the birds are called .We do not know when to fall asleep, the dream flowers to know how much ... ... ”And I, always remember that serious and hypocritical phrase between us: If friendship is a love, I have been deeply in love with you. Now, it is blooming season, not by my side and you will share your feelings about it? Chunhua flowers, flowers are just, but we can no longer hold each other’s hands, we say good After the beautiful ridiculous. Now, there is no one beside me, but I have nothing with you