Leaf Jay
The season of rain, looking for my piece, but God did not give me a place. Although it didn't accuse me, I don't want to sandwich between the two pieces. Because I don't want to be a lonely loode.
I need my land, the general, mixed with the rich fragrance of Qiliang. Still, grandmother, small beach will make me strand. So I am still me, there is no one. Today, you have no excuses, you It is just self.
Love night language
Jude (Cheng Yu)
惘惘, filled with this world: dark bamboo lights, mobiliary sincerity, ignorance and evil. Here, laugh is a tool; cry, it is a kind of comfort. I, a loss, desire time, air, air Solidification. Everything, everything, no longer involved in my eyes, only my only comfort. Although the difference, reality and ideal make me helpless, expectation and true diaphragm, but my thirst for comfort is an eternal - not, you can't, you must clear: Struggle has hope, for comfort Make you mistaken into the swamp, it is difficult to extricate, the result is inevitable ------ therefore, I have chosen -
