Said warm winters, but still cold, cold mother said a few days, I looked out the window, looking forward to spring
may spring, and I love not be far behind
tortured me more than two months of insomnia, and finally began to improve, perhaps the Chinese, perhaps in the hope
last night, revive a feeling of practical, no dream
night I woke up and saw the blue sea, white sandy beaches, there are little Seagull, I gently smiled, how awake but dreaming?
now people are very careful not to hurt others as much as possible we also do not like walking on thin ice by others I think I hurt
I believe him, but they were still afraid, afraid of being hurt
do not want to tell him his anxiety, but still passed him, and he said I was too sensitive
I close my eyes and asked what you want What
screen in the end, my head leaning gently on the shoulders of a cozy, warm feeling in my heart
happiness, life, trivial little warm
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