summer is coming without any sounds.thought i think what a peaceful  spring,it ends.summer,usually make us think about passion,but maybe we should keep peaceful.sunshine,we can feel it everyday,but how we can feel it in hearts clearly?i mean,how many persons note it?our life should be simple and happy,but now,it's not.woudl we find the answer from everyday sunshine?

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The furthest distance in the world  ,Is not between life and death ,But when I stand in front of you ,Yet you don't know that I love you

The furthest distance in the world  ,Is not between life and death ,But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both,Yet cannot be together

The furthest distance in the world ,Is not being apart while being in love ,But when painly cannot resist the yearning ,Yet pretending you have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world ,Is not when painly cannot resist the yearning ,yet pretending you have never been in my heart,but using one's indifferent heart ,To dig an uncrossable river  ,For the one who loves you 

try to remember the kind od september,when life was slow and so mellow.