We had joy we had fun

 Looked like every girl will be alone in the sky

the corridor filled with water at night, I think so

Winter unknowingly to

quarters do not want to hide out

in hand do not really like coffee for the inefficient learning

braved the hot cup the actual gas or a steaming cold hands and feet


then that is usually where the water will pass rush where classes

stopped to look at the original has so the vast field of vision

night surrounded by tall buildings surrounded by shimmering

heaven a very bright star

first feeling call it the Big Dipper (in fact, fundamentally I do not know what the Big Dipper)

there was cold air blowing clouds slowly with


recall the day 3 years ago Spring or autumn outing the afternoon back to junior high school had never seen the sky view

14-year-old riding a bicycle, I took the camera, wearing earphones in the Grand View in the capture

That is my Capture life's most beautiful scenery ever.

standing on the platform

the first observation of the clouds drifting

from a mass of ashes

< p> and then wind and rain

followed by a crazy drag racing home

I remember the feeling of all.


< p> elegant as all the leisure in which to be weighed just a few years

grow up to understand the depression after the sad

forgotten to his mind

for so many years


cloud now seems to have been referred to as a cloud, right

and then the cloud is different


I hurried away

not want to be cold wind erosion

thought heard a song before

We had joy we had fun
we had seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.
We had joy 'we had fun'we had seasons in the sun
but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach.


heard a lot of people are westlife affectionate version

first complete listen to this song is Black Box Recorder version

feel this was not a The first pleasant soulful song

fact is that

this song is a French singer Jacques Brel's work

formerly known as who will die)

published in 1961.

song is basically describing a cancer, a dying man, in the face of death, father, wife and Yiyi regret and close friend. Brel to write this song, can be a feeling, because he was found himself suffering from cancer. in the struggle with the disease ten years later, he died on October 9, 1978, at the age of Forty-nine years old.

dying winter

hope that we can recover the joy should be

can touch the stars were just starfish on the beach.