| December 20, 2010 hard hard. Out of hard hard. Perhaps today there have been too much work, not happy, tears flow, really sad. Still reluctant to bear silently is selected. Also how do? no letting off, how to temper was also forgetful. I do not know what hour lead to look at the moment. Sad times, only a small private sea of tears. Who was vexed that it all to blame themselves. Just really hard sad heart hurts, or grievance. That pain, there is no other measure, all society itself. Russia reminds yanSong of rainy days. Who can understand me when it rains? lest my face, and no one would understand it. I want to say goodbye, as well as all the well-being. I want to flee. Like the dead lost everything, looking up a whole new class of living. But I can t, I run one, I can do, but faces. There is no way to say. Living well, not a clue. Capacity or I think too much, or I am too sensitive to tolerance. Whose content or users, neither what has happened in the past, I was living in illusion. Capacity or everything really is a dream. At this moment, waking up. Waking up. Russia in 2010 suddenly is critical. Time is really fast, or even let me somewhat by surprise. Mouth, opening good happy heart day, trusting all cities well. Hmm. Refueling. (责任编辑：admin) |
