The day, is still very cold. starts, to continue to rap the keyboard. perhaps, this already became one custom. lonely season, shallow white cold. is being unceasingly redundant daily, does not have the years which may evade from the fingertip to slide, walks away quietly. light looks in the mirror some faces indifferently. original this grew up.
If this grew up. must learn itself to live, many friends have said to me. but , what a pity. as always.
Routine maintains the silence, static looking, whose who whose step passes through from oneself. Then turns around, to leave. lets loose the hand, releases for flight heart. Regret, moved unscrupulous spread. the gloomy day, inverted image I cannot be decorated loneliness. is not you do not understand, is only you, does not need to understand. the time can always let many person of many thing changes.perhaps some stories, do not have any result. We thought that but is only own hope. looks that a second hand standard standard goes around the beat, then discovered that own childish already did not exist, whether to regret had done matter? Whether to regret has not treasured person ..... which should treasure I appears so lonely, in has no intention in injury lonely. I appear so lonely, in uncertain love lonely…. the time still continues, I still am also lonely
Has passed through the childhood, has passed through purely, has passed through the impulsion….Then I actually entered lonely ..... day-by-day, unceasing is growing up…. one year after year, unceasing sensible…. may be invariable .....What is invariable is…I actually still so was lonely ..... only am present's I such am lonely with the past and stubborn. , needs to strive for in the future depending on oneself. , will fondly remember in the past, but will not choose. should leave, my laissez faire wander about destitute the horizon. this missing, I pray for heavenly blessing you happy forever.
