I am willing to still be a sense of God, and I will be fortunate enough? I don't want to be obsessed with the reason, watching the sky, thinking, hey, after all, I am still small like a bug. Looking back, thinking about the sweetness, saw your own silly face. Life handed over time, maybe he wanted to know the kind of HAPPY, once again, fortunately his choice. In love with such a magical verse, it feels like the rest of the football. Lonely is beautiful, who will pay attention to the beauty and romance of fireworks, secretly negatively see the face of the world, see if he stopped here, settled? I have a cold fall to the world, and I suddenly feel that I am not very small. Another day and night, it is not intentional, it is also painted, it is a new world. Although I have a few deep chills, I will have a hard work, don't go back ........
