The end does not come.

I was so driven to distraction for four years.

Can't sleep always love to write something to pass the time, was once a pen is now a finger, from home I can find dba1a01ek a huge clean notebook filled with my writing, it's no complaining, I wasted so much paper if can again I will not go to write. My mood and people do not want to go to say, automatic speaking into a habit, I think the CD player with a thick layer of ash. That I love with pen would ink dried up.

Things I always reluctant to throw, bad game machine, don't love a postcard, and so on, I have stood, I am a nostalgic, but is at best a nostalgic. Still miss Suzhou River, last summer to play, you go, but our story does not end.

I'm humbled, language used to protect themselves, which I never loved, so the heart is a good thing to do is bad, people are cold emotion is not warming. So I don't like lively, this is paranoid The Best Beauty Center, is a disease.

Ugly fine, tender. Ugly OK, good. This is not what is good, I did a rogue obsessed with you, do you remember, I live happily.

I don't know what I'm saying what. My heart is very soft, with no spines, but you have to put up with a knife, also sprinkle salt, I am not strong, linger just live to see your happiness. I am very stupid, what can I do.

It snowed that day, I hope you see, the snow is really good soft, like my heart.

It is a pity that we can't live together, live your childhood, youth, the future. Can not sit on your seat, please your gentle scolding, not entire pages filled with your story, I do not, I wanted to walk side by side with you out of reach, can't ride a bike with you to and fro awfully enjoy the sunlight, can't tell you me really very good, can't he appeared in the world before the imprint is engraved china business study on my heart. So you enjoy your gentleness, I couldn't get on your shore, it was a pity. If you can hold up an umbrella walking beside you ....

I always again and again to see the " dream whispering ". If I am not, for me is just fish into the sea, return to dust. " Peterpan " was one of my favorite word is, the place we have been to, still can hear the sound of the surf, but we are no longer ashore.

Yes, we have been to that place, you before me, and I in you, I see you next to never.

I was so mad at you, you may forget me so completely. You don't know, Chinese management program you laugh when I my world down against.

You and I both know this, let us never meet again.

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