darkness spread, a quiet out of the window , the body gradually became cold , as if the heart broke into two , co- fear of the night began to become numb , and sometimes feel numb is not terrible , terrible thing is so disheartened .
finally build tolerance in the eyes of tears back, I do not know to whom I complained about his past , what should entrust your happiness to whom . Are past lives true feelings under the toxic species , one by one have to present to repay .
do have to experience full of holes , can be called mature ;
Do you really want to have experienced joys and sorrows , be called life.
always believed that life- cycle , the fate of arrangements. Therefore, the wind and rain of thorns along the way , I never give up.
been convinced , will find the man of my past life buried , waiting for his eyes gently wipe away the tears for me , pity to hold me .
until I met him, silent for a long time there was a touch of bright sky , I thought I could end that floats and drifts , and to intoxicate themselves with alcohol the day , you can put away mad , can be as small as a woman over tranquil life, that Found to rely on their own life . However , all has not yet begun , it makes me feel some back down .
Maybe I'm too good and strong ; Maybe I'm too hard-line attitude towards love ; perhaps in love, really can not tolerate the slightest bit of sand ; Maybe I'm asking for too much of love , perhaps , too much , perhaps because Can be many , but the result was only one. And this can not predict the results , I am lost and helpless.
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