When the time is always don't slow with, in the face of profusion, beginning some youth trance, when GuiFu noisy, in the heart of the peace rose is a loss. Dream have wrong? I do not know when the stranger, when his, more and more frustrated, finally found that once the dream has go too far too far. Sense of sadness, boring loneliness and depression reduced, not run this terrible times disease, sad. Now I finally understand so helpless, we grow that grew up the choice of the face also many, sadly life there are so many choices, and we can choose only one. Everyone to his future has not tell the anguish of heart joy or sorrow, standing in time the turnoff for carrying the way are so vague, and looking at nearby of friend, sometimes laughing mature day by day, happy happy, and make crazy is silent, their wounds. I do not know when the mood of the found himself also mature and the expression of the indifferent mood.
Write down the restless youth in words and the "sad", is to want to let us know, those who oppose it's stupid. "Sadness" always followed hard after as "growth", we always have to learn to live with the pain, with the passage of time is getting more old, those of the past youth painful also can only become the old content.
Life is a full of unknown road, the road everyone who comes in a hurry, and go to in a hurry. Everyone is not willing to stop his steps, and never look back to see world of mortals, feet leave footprints, always in a hurry to run in the world, also don't know why I did so lost.
When distress, be agitated as prevalent fill the heart, do not know when the I fell in love with the writing, the feeling is really good. In the world of words and express repressed leisurely in the heart, fall the words convey an emotional, with the life dance of the slender sad the noise, that is bright faith, in day and night looking for long-lost sunshine. Gradually, I put the writing as a kind of every day life, must be put into words immersed in the subtle taste alone in sorrow.
Text, and records the habit of many, many of the emotion, records the record a lot of grief. Life is a process of pursuit and enjoy. Pursue, have got, losing, text is sad avatars, use written records to a sad process. So accustomed to use text to express their own youth, was used to comfort themselves with words. The text is sad precipitation product of always like this world, will damage the pain with another form output, words have become the best comfort method. In the words of laughter, used in words, in writing out in grief, in writing, let the recorded text in a hope, let the words out your inner voice, let the word remember those who use the tears for growth.
Written records of the past, so clear, so straightforward, about love, family, friendship, get lost, text, all of the performance, appalling incisively and vividly. Looking back, a few minutes between a harvest ripe calm, the mouth cape lift the smiling faces of pain, a little false, a bit of unsmooth, this is youth! No matter how hard in the road, all have to keep a smile stance ahead. Text is just a record, accurately record only sorrow, forgotten happiness.
By the time of how life on the conflicts of?
All the past into the phantom, I have to think, but detection, are unable to pieces, pieced together the youth album, can only using electronic images. Am I become forgetful? Or time too long, too much in a hurry, haven't had time to remember, dim dies? Years too in a hurry, haven't come meet my youth, and then only its tail, however, is so fragile, like a lizard tails, so easy to be broken; The but again not like, because of my youth again the.
I crept up into the walk, o, blundered, lost, get, how about, why care from from? Get only a short, lose is eternal. Boring people desperately want to seize what, will always be a futile and sad, all seems to happen, like just dream. If not some clues of existence, I can't determine that all have true of happened. Years of quiet slides, but in our face leave traces-cannot erase wrinkles and faces with vicissitudes of life. Many years later, old friends meet, surprising is that I like him and old. Treat life as many people as fair pressure on you, you can only useless struggles, unable to breathe, and finally into years of the sculpture. Tube you dignitaries, tube you in the ordinary people, SangYu, and took away the east of yu, white hair does not know.
Every life is like a burning candles, be placed in different time, at different places. Even in the cost of meaningless of your life, you also can only continue to oil burning. Don't want to put out the fire? Destroyed, there is no more an opportunity. Lit There is no help for his stupidity. You can't change the time, but you can change the location. Try to find where you belong, light up the dark. Don't cause you life the candles were wasted, give you light of life to lit up the world of opportunities, this is what you value, you the meaning of existence.
The world is not only in your side, just in front of you. One of your eyes, your smile, a one word from you, your hands, you of a cast sufficient, is your elegance, you of light.
Some say, this world is too dirty too dark, but I just want to say, you know, you are a candle!!!!!