Is it very embarrassed, I am really hard to say. Yesterday, carrying a heavy backpack, following a silly man in the Tianhe's people, the eyes were floated in the crowd, and moved silently. I only feel that the back is heavy, it is really heavy. Dinner at night, eat Japanese food for the first time, there is nothing to feel, just think that the environment is OK, a little atmosphere. Going to a place in the evening, one, I don't know if I am going to be wrong. Talking to the past, now and in the future. Facing the past days, is there? It is still in deep reflection, perhaps in deep self-blame. In the face of the current life, is it true life? Maybe you can only go through the wave in confused. In the face of future feelings, what is the road in front, what is the day of tomorrow? Ignite. Is it for three years? Is it a long time? I think it is. If you don't talk about the past a very good classmate, you still stay in the impression of one or two years ago, whether the changes in the years have no longer stay in the youth, or life has made us no power. The sweetness of the eve of the eve is, maybe I will really fall, gradually, gradually ... I have already arrived, I have already arrived again, maybe the passerby is still still, maybe the light is still dim, walking Winter's school, leaving just the sadness of the wipe, that is helpless and the pain forever!
