Wind, when you over my, please also put away my sorrow, instead of let my eyes water
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Well, I do not have a strong imagination. In fact, I was afraid, afraid of losing their fear of injury, fear of loneliness, but also afraid of what to do. Where can they go to escape loneliness, death, also failed to escape the ghosts.
I have changed, have changed their own. That was me? I do this? I was carefree, happy happy … … but now it has never.
That I have been very lonely road, close to desolate. Boyfriend or girlfriend either, just want to have a say, people who know me. Others are busy in front of me, I can see who has the other side of it? Pain behind the laughter is the injury, is tears! Love, pain, and cried after what is left? All have been irreparable.
I do not always or in memory, no color, no life. However, there is no resistance, some fragments can not be do not want to. Do not intend to unless it is relentless, there is no nostalgia for the past person.
I do not have the right to change anything, only the bear silently. I can not change the environment, only to adapt to the environment. The worst results, in the difficult journey, and can only continue to move forward ailing. Because there is no way retreat. I am just in front of the fate of a small girl, but I will not easily admit defeat and will not give up easily. May be too difficult, it would be to one39s liking, but I know that has been trying to do is I want to do, firmly believe that as long as it is a matter of their choice will definitely be able to do a good job. Has never wavered, and changed. Fortunately, even bitter, but also happy.
I attach importance to a friend, as long as there in my life, friends who can count, I will remember his life. May not remember exactly what the name, at least know this person. The most sad is that a sudden indifference between good friends, really do not know who is wrong, go wrong, and why this is so. The most sad is that a friend39s betrayal, a feeling not worth paying. I will not refuse a friend39s reasonable request, since come to you, it proves that he believes you, you are a person who he should be entrusted. If not, he at least remember your friends.
The eyes may see another world, a different world. I am just a passenger in this world, leaving the imprint of a different, or deep or shallow. After the disappearance of what will not change. Life remains the same, time remains the same, still tomorrow. How far is it in the end tomorrow? After midnight? After 000? Looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow, and tomorrow there are too many mysteries, human curiosity, longing. But afraid of tomorrow, tomorrow, and some grow up and mature, but also to see what is more realistic. Really brutal reality, and sometimes paid with the harvest is proportional to the difficulty. Is not fair, not sleep, instead of yuan out.
The original is not what I want, hee hee surface smiled, Mo do not care. Occasional trance alone, sentimental. I am in the pursuit of what in the end? I want the exact answer. Years does not keep peopleold time! I still have … … I have what? I often ask myself. I often temper ailing and advised they are not angry. It was my fault, I should not have, is I do not know, I always find a wide variety … … reason for me to forgive others, and the total injuries that I … I … always me! I like their original in its own sadit is also the kinds of changes. I just want to do a good job that should be done rather not have to regret a lifetime of regret. Only when a person himself sober.
Stars each time, there will be fall, leaving people short of beautiful. Everyone will have time alone, left to their own sober moment.
Without sorrow, how can the hi? No-hi, how to talk about sad? Between the resurrection can. The wind is relentless, it does not understand your injury, but will not blink away the tears of your eyes. It can only beown, come from the new.
