I used to think that the most uncomfortable person in the world is me - now I know that many people have been the same - so .......... Is this? The quiet night is bright, the top lamp, a smoke, a friend, a friend, a long but clear and confused thoughts, what you miss? Will you do this? will not! Because you and I am a completely different kinds of people, is I am too good? I am not too romantic? I have long been forgotten, I have already lost myself? Is it like this? Don't want to recall and drop your little bit, you can't grab your silk, so I have created a mood like this, a feeling. Do you want it? Can you! Is it like this? I am afraid that I have seen you in my dreams, afraid to hear any words about *** in others. But in your heart, I hope they will talk to you, talk about your past, talk about your future. I used to be naive, as long as I am far away from you at any time, you will be a beautiful beauty. I will no longer be extravagant. Is it like this? I have no qualification to call you GF, but in my heart, you should belong to me. Is it like this? I have never given you a thousand paper crane, I have not stacked lucky stars for you, not I don't want, but I don't dare. Remember every moment of your skirt, remember your important words, remember the license plate numbers you take a taxi, those who are really important to me, really? For you, write a diary, but also for you, no longer write a diary. For you, start online, and also hate the network. In fact, if we have never met, perhaps everything is another result. ** and you, I have once in my heart is two equivalent concepts. You said that you no longer like **, I started distressing. I once thought that I was the most people who know you, and I slowly discovered that people who didn't know you most about you were also yourself. Is it like this? Perhaps, we will gradually be far away, maybe, we will be less worried, but I don't regret it! Is it like this? The quiet night is bright, the top lamp, a smoke, a friend, a friend, a long but clear and confused thoughts, I miss you, is it forgot? Is it forgotten? I forgot her forgot her? Or because of her forgot her, she had to forget her? It seems that I really forgot them, sometimes I will feel it, sometimes it will be embarrassed, but I am not still me, I don't have to study after I forgotten, everything is old. , I didn't have a hair again. Reality often likes to catch people, unreal is not a network, but also the most poisonous poison, while time is the best detoxification agent. The West Tour is once every day, every time you don't laugh! Three **, **, at night, during the day, when all of all, I miss you! No longer in my heart, who is more than the proportion of my heart, the weight is heavier, but I am in mediocrity. But still miss you.
