Rain, cold rain, the rain, wet, a silence, a silent self. On the road, I am alone, I am used to the loneliness of going back to the bedroom next time, I carefully The mood is mixed with the rain. Counting the days, carefree, let go, big laugh, there is no friend, can you be friends, can you now? I think of this, my nose is picking up ... Destin is always given you, but don't give it You are some. There is joy and success during your growth, and it is also accompanied by sadness and failure. Cry can't solve the problem, it can only make yourself get a venting vent. Looking for a little courage, look at yourself, find an ideal as a spiritual pillar, no longer inadvertently, no longer feel injured for the current adversity. No one is in a hurt middle school. Even if you have your own dreams, you will not lament and sad after hard work. Looking up at the sky, my mind is awkward, but I suddenly found that it is my heart, but it is my heart. Tears, only in your heart.
