Loss of memory（失去的记忆）
（文字/笨笨我也）

In the dark of night through the sky look white screens, far back of the person in the other, those who think that by their own lost memories will never disappear, but his words are so clear ring for the ears, one invisible line to send her a life unforgettable voice. People love music, people laugh, but also makes people suffer, people crying. Tears hit in the back of the hand, Bingbing, fruit, and would like to know in your? Suddenly her smile at the more than symbolize the whispering softly laughter.

    The curtains plus, suggesting that a block of bringing the moonlight, a dark room, she has to sit on a bed, a comfortable looking for a location platform, get out of bed and instincts for anything left edge sensor lamps, to be encountered in the reduction of the moment she returned, she was so afraid of the dark, she began to think that tonight some lovely night. Perhaps the night can bring more help to her, so that she could have a more perfect dream.

    Like the memory of those who deliberately lost in her soul floating around like a happy, painful, she had ordered his own first memory of those who lost, lost. But like most of the cases of killings, so clear. Think he is as crazy and in love with a person really wrong? Sam started slow calm, the memories are like small video streams flow down the same trip in my mind that she likes him Chongni the cries she "fool", he also liked to categorically unremitting said to myself : "do their own thing" tone, like the sick, he said : "The reason that any" share care.

      The second time in one boat, but also by his initial confusion become calm. Lightly for themselves plus the quilt, fabric, looked on the memory of that has been lost sleep.


在黑夜里透过洁白的窗纱仰望着天空，思念着远在他方的人儿，那些自以为被自己丢失的记忆永远都找不回了，可是他的话却如此清晰的响在耳边，一根无形的线给她传递了一份今生难忘的声音。爱让人乐，让人笑，却也让人苦，让人哭。泪打在手背上冰冰的、凉凉的，知道在想你吗？忽然她的嘴角边多出了一抹淡淡的笑。

把窗帘拉上，刹时间挡住了那一片皎洁的月光，房间内一片漆黑，她摸索着坐在床上，找了个舒服的位置靠着，本能伸手去碰下床边上的感应灯，就在要碰到的瞬间她缩了回去，她曾那么的害怕黑暗，可今夜她开始觉得黑夜有些可爱了。也许黑夜可以给她带来更多的瑕想，可以使她拥有更加完美的梦。

  那些刻意丢失的记忆像幽魂一样的漂浮在她的周围，有快乐的，有痛苦的，她抱着自己的头命令自己把那些记忆丢掉，丢掉。可是一幕幕像极了案件重组那样，如此的清晰。想他，是那样的疯狂，爱上一个人真的有错么？心开始缓慢的平静，回忆的片段也像小溪涧的流水一样流趟在脑海里，她喜欢他宠溺的叫着她“傻瓜”，也喜欢着他断然毫不留情的对自己说：“自己事自己做”的语气，喜欢生病时，他说：“听话，打针”时的那份关怀。

  时间在一秒一秒的划过，心也由最初的慌乱变得安宁。轻轻的为自己拉上被子，闭上眼睛，枕着那份曾被丢失的记忆入眠。