True love is like sand: I break my heart, you do better than anyone else.
The wind and rain will pass, the sun will come out, tomorrow will be better, milk will have, bread will also have.
When I was lonely, I often told myself that I could do it, and I could stick to the last second of my life; but the waiting heart was not beaten by a second of reality; when I remembered the night I knew, I was so happy, so disdained; like lightning, I found the direction and destination of my life; I was so happy and disdained. Silently looking at the heart, half empty, full of you occupied; I dully told myself to let you be a happy woman, do my queen; cruel reality tortured, my heart full of love; I would like to dig out the heart to let you know how much I love you, do not know if you can not see or feel no To; I try to change myself, stand in your position, you busy, you hard; these do not matter, I do not care, because I still insist; in order to make you happy, I work hard, never dare to expect reward; on the desire to get such a lost attention, it is luxury; but I have not always Come into you; you devote your time to your work, your life, your entertainment; sometimes I think it's good that every day of our life is like the night we just met; but I know it's a dream; I can understand your work, I can't understand your life and your entertainment; is your life and entertainment even that short five seconds? I can't spare a clock; a text message or a phone call can be so boring th