Originally, I have to write on April 1, but I can't log in, so I haven't remember it.
I have read a little poem before, two of which have been remember: When all friends go, I know, it is dark.
Written here, don't tell the name. In short. I know why you leave, but I never stay.
If you know because I know my real, then you will not prefer false, if you are so, you will go.
Despite cool, but I have to say goodbye. Oh.
