At the end of the year, I am waiting for the New Year in the silence and cold.
I am lonely, I look forward to the brightness of life in confused and 彷徨.
Recalling the time of time, watching the change of the world, everything is gradually ...
In the past, the songs were smart, and the old years were dissipated. If the petals falling in the flow of flows slowly, the hearts of the heart, becomes a empty spirit, lost their own, lost the direction
I asked myself in my heart, why always choose loneliness? Why always choose wandering? Why do you always choose to give up? What is what I like? What is what I am eager? What is what I want to cherish? Asked silently, silently thinking, but I can't find an answer in my heart, just silence, silence, silence ...
At this moment, I will go far, return to my home, go abconst the happiness of childhood, revisit my parents' warmth, don't have this familiar and strange city, bless you in my heart, I wish you happiness, put me Mood and blessing are faint, give you to the same strange and familiar you.
When the past time is spread, gradually fall, faded, will you still think of that day? And I am always covered, let that day forever.
