I don't know what I am thinking now, I still don't think anything, I always feel lonely. Although some people are with you, but the feeling of lonely is unable to get rid of.
Do I still have pursuit?
Sometimes ask yourself. But where is the answer?
A confused, like a snake, get wrapped around.
Sometimes I look at the smoke in my hand, look at it slowly burned, turned into a smoke, then disappeared, it feels like the flame of his life is burned, and it has become a clear smoke that is disappeared. Will not leave a margin.
Sometimes I am really envious of the mountains, always so busy, and I am like his other end, I want to die.
I started to alienate friends, and no one wants to care, anyone.
What do I think? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
