I have been accustomed to the unmanned night standing on the roof. The meteor has passed the silence. The next wish to rush a cup of thick coffee, one person is quiet, sitting in the floating fragrance to make a long-distance travel subway The person hurriedly left the back, no one cares about where I am going to go, often standing in the window, which direction is your direction, I often lose my smoke, I don't have to open a smoke. Faced with the screen in someone else's smile, it is easy to listen to your voice, but even a faint, I have no courage to ask Yan Fei over the empty sky thoughts. The thorn is full. The broken heart is like the lacline, and I have no choice.
