Life is like this. People are constantly being acquired, people continue to lose.
In fact, people have nothing to do, except for real distingness. In the short history of life, in the face of temptation, people do their best. In the meantime, the distingness is lapse, a little bit. In the end, people still have nothing, but this time, including the poor distingness.
My distingness is the same. In fact, they are not known unconsciously. Because my indifference, they walked as secret, so quietly. Inadvertently, I am shocked. Anxiety, helpless, like the devil is generally coming. I can't hold them again. As I can't save the flow of light, no matter how much effort.
I can do it, just hiding in a corner, quietly, carefully pay attention. When they have not got up, they tightly and lick them.
Dwater 2003-11-09
