I often talk to my little broth to my house. I called him Xichen. I am happy like a child, jumping, jumping, jumping to Xi Chen. I will suddenly laugh, nothing, I can only be strange. This is inexplicable. Xochen belongs to silence when I laugh, we seem to have any significance in deliberately demonstrate some kind of void. Know the end. My temper is so sad, and it is light. Xichen has always been a quiet person, I don't know what he can think of, and he will not think about it, there is no guard. In any case, he is mine. I said, please let me call you Xichen. I laughed and worked hard. He is silent. Pensive. I said that the season is sad, the sky is disconnected. Xichen looked at me, we didn't talk. This is silent. I and two people, I will feel that the displacement is quiet. Sunshine is simple and simple. I have never been able to resist it. They are around me, but I always have a person. no one knows. right. Have you listened? Xichen. We need quiet to settle their mistakes. I know that some exact lies will not feel unique. Yes, someone will be proud of me. This is chaos, this is mine, my mood now. that is it. I am afraid, but tears accompany me. What are you crying. This is a fallen season. Xichen. I say. I have a very good, everyone knows that I am very happy. But Xi Chen said, Xiang, you look at me, you said. Why are you unhappy. I didn't fantasize at that time, no. Only suddenly. They saw me with sunny stripes, but no one knows that it is despair in my body, desperate radiance. Lonely is a person panic, panic is alone. Xichen hugged me, the warmth of his body was empty, like the sea. I looked at the sky, I saw desperation. It's coming, they all come. I have a good happiness, I am afraid that my tears suddenly disappeared. It turns out that happiness is just a wooden pile, and it has hindered all the understanding while comforting me. I have known the desperation of the desperate, some of the shadows, and sad and sad. After the discipline struggle, finally revealed the desolate mouth. We are all like this. Sink. Everything will be fine. Cold wind transfers, recalls frozen into ice. Xichen's eyes closed tomorrow's sunshine. Why don't he talk, this time silence may take a long time. But I don't want to think about all, I don't want it. Still away. This is your own decision. I am afraid that I can't let go. I think I have lost happiness on the road. I don't know if I have to go back. I don't know if I don't pick it back. If you wait for a miracle, I am willing to wait, whether it is a year, or a lifetime. I don't know if I have to wait. I am afraid that I will wait. I am afraid that I will be disappointed. Then I ask what you want to atone. In fact, it is very afraid of separation. I am afraid that we can't help it. I am afraid that I will hurt. I am a selfish child. Sometimes I don't love speech. I am afraid that I accidentally stabbed others. I am afraid that I am inexplicably injured. I think I am sinful. I think these things that are erased with pencils sooner or later, then, then disappear. no way back. Do not resurrect. I don't think I really can't get back. Maybe some people will know why. Some people don't know, never know. I don't know if I am in disguise happiness. Sun Wukong can't get a palm of the Buddha. I think we are the same. In fact, if it is really alone, I think I really don't know what it is. You said that I have been running to chase "happiness" but I think maybe this is just a beautiful fairy tale. I have not made a different fairy tale and a joke. Maybe human beings are a joke. I don't know if it doesn't matter. Perhaps the words that are heating each other is not getting more and more cold but getting colder. I think maybe I should not guard some fake things. Such as the spring of the dead. Such as promise. I think I should love my own summer. I think I should turn away. But I think I can't do it. I think I am really robbery.
Obviously Zhang Guorong is not there, clearly the end of the world has been in the past four years, and those pale memories and silent have disappeared with the fireworks at the end of the century. Start telling yourself, brother, you are really true, you can't go back. you. Then, when the smile, there was a faint-ray boy who had a faint-angio. Still not? Postscript: The rain outside the window is now big. I wrote this article in my body. The rain has an illusion, and the illusion is fearful and fearful in the dark. But I didn't think that it was cold, and I went deep into the bone marrow. But the fate is the ending, happiness and warmth.
