The sky and hike up the light snow flower, falls on the earth. The ground silver silver piece, if in the past, perhaps I will joy along while, and now I was not happy. I know, I can not let go, will be such a worrywart.
These days, we say that all is not well. I know, since I have been ill, don't know why feel the distance between each other more and more far, far let me fear and upset.
I want, you give no, always feel you from don't care about me, never know that I want to do. I am disappointed in myself, even the sick all don't leave me alone, and I love you and where.
Finally still didn't come to see me, you promise me things without a perfect. Although I mouth say what, but I ?
