Sender: Hankb (northwest of the southeast of the upper and lower)
I don't know where the sticker is, I will post it here.
I don't know how long I didn't write something to commemorate this lapse time, walking dead, squatting between the office and the bird's nest, I am used to calling the place as a bird's nest, quilt and bed, there is a computer. Turning out a MD recorded in the college time, the first song is the theme song of Augan. The familiar song, and the feathers that are fluttering with the wind; this song that is in love with me, now, it is also dusty in the years. I don't know if I am so mad, where I got. I can't believe in my weak yourself. The first date will hug her on the old and mountains. Friends are very busy, I am very busy, busy always have a busy excuse, busy with each other, I can't take a time, but in the west, the sun, the sun, the sun is rotating daze. Ningbo to Hangzhou's road, suddenly changed very far. In the past, I forgot, while escaping, if my friends were hand, I seem to have been disabled. I think this kind of person, four words forget the cymless, two word cold blood. Think of how many mornings, the brothers sat in the 21st station, drink a slightly bitter weather, and smoked the cheap Hangzhou smoke, eat 3 a piece of fried powder. But now there is no longer drinking wearer, Hangzhou smoke can't be bought, and there is no one from the night, and the brothers, there are many brothers I am afraid that I will not see it again. Time will most will take the most, more than a year, it can make all the faces you are familiar with all, and even let you suspect that you have never had all this, let you feel a big dream. When you feel, you feel that everything is far away, then you have to forget all this. Maybe, I have to forget Hangzhou, I have to forget you. I think that it is also a kind of liberation, since I can't change the past, I lost the right to hang, it is better to forget. I don't know if the society has changed me, or I changed myself. I had a lot of post recently said: When you find yourself like melancholy light music, you will end it. It seems that I ushered in my Ending in advance.
Occasionally, they will call me, just like I will call a call for forgotten old friends to continue the memory, but in the phone, I have finished "I have finished", " I don't know what to say, in addition to the sound is familiar, everything seems to be very distant, and is strange. Perhaps we are all walking dead. In the winter, in the middle of the intermittent, the university, I will run to Harbin's winter, and this Southerner has begun to get tired of winter. And the winter in the south, it is a long time than a year, sometimes fantasy, if you can rent Taoyang, I will rent it in a winter, in the cold winter, in addition to the sun, I can ignite me a little except for my feelings. I can't think of cold and allergic to this city. Maybe I should move to Sanya, open a small shop on the beach, then under the warm sea breeze, I am full of me every day. No longer work, no longer for those black and ugly, no longer for those temptation, no longer worrying for money. Every time I wake up in the night, I woke up in the dream, I really want to find a recorder to talk about my heart, and then I will be resrasive later, if my brain can turn into a recorder, can be arbitrarily deleted, It is better to filter uneasiness, fear, lonely and those who will die. Sometimes, I will suddenly go crazy, escape from the bird's nest in the middle of the night, wearing shorts in the community, running without a destination, running to the sweat, running to the calf cramps, running to respiratory failure. I like suffocation, because suffocation at least reminds me to breathe, let me find a certificate of living.
I envy the classmates who ride a bicycle to Tibet, or say, jealous; at least his hemoglobin combines the oxygen of the plateau, not the murderous car exhaust gas in the city; at least his bicycle tire clamps the dust of the plateau, not Thick mud on the sidewalk in the rain. They said that I should love, love is still right, should you be? Perhaps, I am not a person who has a lonely person, maybe, it is a good decision to surrender to the fate. This society ruins my naive and innocent, destroying my kindness, destroying my honesty, the church let me use lies to protect myself, use shirk responsibility to open it off, use unhearthed I like to replace love. I am still alive, for those housing loans, for my salary, in order to love me, I will slowly forget each other, I have not yet appeared in the wind, but I have to be destined to be a girl who is selected for the emperor. A lost in the paradise hut will become the soul of my child, in order to raise my waste, I also need me to support the parents. It was blown by the wind, the feathers fluttered with the wind, floating through the road, floating through the crowd, and finally drifted into the feet of Agam, becomes a memory. When suffocating, talent will feel that he is still alive.
