Suddenly very want to, very want to escape from the city. This evening, fan cool wind blowing the book on the desk, pages and pages, like familiar far away in the face of the fallen ones, clear and ambiguous wiom infant formula stage 1.
That constantly flying up and down the page, let me express some sad, think of the first love of the "black was watching window, how alone? Ng more and drizzle, at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how a sorrow word get?" The lonely, sad, but with the scene.
Unfortunately, see have not in the can't see this scene, so I choose a way of escape, to cut off from the air. The wind swung again on me, the mockery of clear cool off and that of my incompetence mask house.
I put down all appearances, stripping inside your thoughts: in your life, there are a lot of people walking on your life, there are some quiet, some footprints, there is also a memorable.
I finally understand after all earth changes in temperature, the so-called the puzzling thing in the world is nothing but their own state of mind has changed. And that was once left a footprint still remember? He is calm, or rush past in my life Miniso?
Those who belong to me, do not belong to me, love my people hate me, your days? And this is how to? Don't have to say to me what ups and downs, big is not, that is everyone in the process of growth grindstone, don't give it a try yourself knife skills, how to know his knife fast unhappy?
Days are always so pain and pleasure, like the cycle of life and death, no one can escape. How rich? No money? Days or so, only different thoughts.