There have been a hot heart countless times desire to contact you how you have a layer of frozen helmets, and I am surprised, sad ... helpless, 彷徨 ... quiet, strong? ! I don't know if I am so strong just to close the heart in a dark, sturdy box and then come back to lock up and hold it. I don't have anything to hurt. I have long been scarred. wrong! It turns out that there is no sunshine, there is endless loneliness and sorrow ... I don't know for a few years, dozens of years, for a hundred years ... There is a real key to open the old lock kiss that the dust has woke up. The heart that has been sleeping in the dark, has gradually opened his eyes, but it is your long-lost, and the familiar face is not known to tears.
