Time is getting more and more unrequited, there is no feeling, and it is another repetition. Repeat every day. I only rely on the memories of the next night, I can feel that yesterday's existence, yesterday is like a dream, people like today's body painting, a one-drawn draws thousands of hundreds of hundreds yesterday, and also painted my dream. I cry for me yesterday, I have never felt that it is so precious, I use my faint sorrow to stroking it.
I thought of my memory, I know that this will become my memory, always become my dream, I am sitting next to my mother, I am in repairing my pants zipper, I don't want to Say, feel the warmth of the moment, I took this truth as a dream, I took it as a dream of yesterday, satisfying the real thing, and I was very happy. I walked quietly behind my father, watching him quietly, he is sitting in front of the computer, this will be a dream, my eyes are going to wet, my father I love you, I really want to be in front of these. To him, I really love you. I don't remember that I have hated you hate to spit water on your teapot. After you quarrel, I change my name to Liang Yen, I once thought that you owe me a lot. Let me always fall into pain, now I feel how selfish.
Looking at you, I touched my heart, I was so incited every day, I began to thank you .......
