Lonelyness

Having been early morning, and again a sleepless night. Just rained, and a big rain. Xingang flow of blood, very strong very red. Dressed in a little bit of clothes lying on the bed, feeling the cold, little by little from the pores penetrate into the blood, coagulation, frozen whole soul. Already did not know the pain, too many injuries already stacking together so that share of a strong barrier bursts. Impulsively walked into the dead-end set for themselves, how have nowhere to go. Night, surprisingly quiet, more and more horrible and lonely. 

     In such a time, I finally could not resist a few more tears. Men should not cry, except to the heart. I am contradiction. There hate do? No, because it is his self-made Self-by wishful thinking. Also expect do? No, because too many refused to let me have no self-confidence. Any regrets? No, really deep love of re-injury are also no regrets. Just think of myself as not chic enough cold. I do not know when was the indifference of other lives have been slowly while away, so I will in the secular left are the thorns where the fetters of scars. Because the love of a man forget to be strong, because the love of a friend forgot to treasure, for love of life to forget their own grasp. No one who’s who, and no one can replace your life. Not allowed to insist on life, but I was always things that do not insist on their own, and finally get to no one happy, nobody happy.

     Qu human casual, passing already left, some people are slowly retreated to the corner of the screen, look at their own indifference in life to play the clown. Still others in the accompaniment of a concern for revealing inside look in the eyes of some eternal feelings. I would like to go through so much, from Yali to the leaves in the heart of the show, is precisely to give vent to his true love from the lonely process. This process can be run in their own speech is indeed worthy of the stunning pathetic. Because of loneliness, two people come together, and also because two people separated from lonely and eventually stranger. Because the injury towards loved, but also because of its excessive return of loneliness and eventually fallen. Because of the soul touches to grab your own true love, the ultimate cold Ling outcome. I wrong? No.

     The previous stage in life itself is too cold to play, but unexpectedly a lot of sympathy, but that does not they have to. Present self to play in this arena too warm, the result being squeezed everywhere. This is what they going to be Zhang stage, how you want to pursue their own so difficult? The night was dark, and only she is still time to write such a mind the idea of a mess. Only tube romance, but there was no love but where is the love? Think is really unfair, can be life unhappy plethora of things, and if each were to think that I’m not exhausted. But why my heart I still do such a pain? One can in order to protect themselves from injury, would prefer to harm other people. I, however, is to impose his own injury on others is worse than bar! Remember the evening you say, I am shocked also very hurt feelings. Why are so cruel to me? I have not really loved, but during the time I am deeply in love with such a form so quickly crushed. Plato is the love of a person was only a month or so the protagonist. If you go to your left, is now late at night, there are individuals like you are in deep.

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