These days, I have been living in my dream of weaving, there is boundless grassland, grass across the river gently flow. Sad, happy, also lost insomnia.

These days, I have been living in my dream of weaving, there is boundless grassland, grass across the river gently flow. Sad, happy, also lost insomnia.
I always use layers of security package my Xinhai, do not let others know what I think, now I want to open, also mourn. I'm going to yell at the sky, "I'm brokenhearted." "My heart wound a lot, most difficult to heal, and now add a lot of, let us in order to love the song."
The feeling of lovelorn believe that everyone has had, like a cup of bitter coffee, both bitter and resistant to human aftertaste. I am determined not to try to fall in love, because when you remember a person in your heart, and then want to forget her, it is a difficult thing. I don't want to put too many people in my heart, so I will lose myself.
I do not want to mention those unhappy past, I do not want to care about who is wrong, because it has not been able to start over. Dry the tears, continue to pretend smiling ... I still have nothing of me, I still 46 do not understand, all day Fameng solitary one wolf. No, it should be "lone wolf"!
I wish my life more happy, more colorful, more ...

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These days, I have been living in my dream of weaving, there is boundless grassland, grass across the river gently flow. Sad, happy, also lost insomnia.