It is already 22 o'clock, your time is 2 o'clock in the morning. Although I am not waiting for you for the first time, I still feel that my heart is getting colder. I have repeatedly warned that I don't want to be angry, because I tell yourself today is Thanksgiving - your festival.
Pick up the phone a few times and let go, I don't know because I feel that I am not qualified or really don't want to bother you. Finally, I still have dial, and then hang up.
Now you, maybe it is very happy, now you may be happy, are you happy? I put the Buddha to see you smile, talking and laughing. You have already forgot here there is a person waiting, not in your world, look at your color of your world.
I really hate yourself, choose this road, willing to take the knife into your own bones, then pay the innocent look. What is I innocent?
It's really weak, I'm going to plan to go and count my life. I haven't been mine if I have a joke with me, send me a gift, give me a healing scar.
You are a sand on my wound.
