Over the page calendar. And over the past 365. Gently close the diary, Does not the helpless feeling.
In the new, unknown. Sitting in the front, not in leisurely, But in order to find the pain of uninhibited. Rejected the wine and
From the food, song and laughter, His silence naked. It is the tears salty, Sweet is the missing. The fog found that cigarette thousands of silk
Million bits of care. Enough trails to release the full of uninhibited. Said suantiankula, Tao bumpy vicissitudes of life, As the heart in this forthright.
Then a tear the pain hidden. Use disguised himself as a sunrise.