The recent life seems to be disrupted, I will give up the courage to give up the life that belongs to myself, and it seems that life will start to abandon me. That chic, I was unforgettable, I used to be prepared, I thought it would be forever feelings, but I came to my head, but I chose to give up. It is the desire of the endless or endless, I don't know if my choice is wrong, I don't know what I want, my heart is always so uneasy, I am afraid that I regret it. I always feel that I am a moth of the fire, but I don't know if I have been self-contained, I always tell myself to try it, but my heart is so scared. It turns out that I haven't worn. So I look for everything that I can forget, I don't want you to think of you in pain. If it is really a cup of bitter water, let me drink it alone, I don't want to hurt anyone, but I have been hurt. Body bruises, I used to The lover, forgive me solemn and I don't understand. Not deliberate, it is really not intentional ... so weakly
Love is cut by a knife, a black, I can't stop, tears, I will go to the north, I'm going to fly, I will not return to the north. I don't want me how to pack your beauty.