My mood is like a broken kite line, no point of intersection. Ill a later, be mentally and physically exhausted, no strong point. Man collapsed, and able also follow broken, spilled a drop, that is my heart.
Cry, always useless. Know this is a kind of hurt self way, but in addition to hurt yourself, what else can I do. Do anything, can only become complain, endless night, endless touching.
You said will take my hand, accompany me to walk, but suddenly turn, but you disappear. Never come back, and I still silly infatuation, silly wait for, in the hope that one day you will come back to me.
There is no denying the fact that I am a greed the past people. Do not put, shear constant, full ?
