Life, there are many fleeting, like the farewell at the station, just embrace each other, had gone their own End of the World. In many cases, you do not know, I do not know, so she spoke to had changed, she listens to tired watching tired, followed by followed by slow, walked on gone, love love the light, I kept thinking if.

At the time, I’m tired, I used to pretend to be strong, accustomed to a person face of all, I do not know in the end want. Sometimes I can be very happy to talk to and everyone can be very presumptuous, but no one knows, but that is disguised, it is deliberately camouflage; I can make yourself very happy, very happy, but it can not find the source of happiness just giggle.

Sometimes, the sense of feeling bad, do not want anyone to speak, just a person quietly in a daze. Sometimes, late at night, I suddenly felt not sleep, but stubbornly want to sleep. Sometimes, listening to a song, it will suddenly think of a person. Sometimes, people suddenly say to you, I think you’ve changed, and then he started to have mixed feelings. Lost, only to retrieve it slowly.

No one has the patience to listen to you to finish the story, because everyone has their own things to say; no one likes to listen to you complain about life, because everyone has their own pain; most lonely world, this world willing to listen to the habit of silence people, a rare few. I do not want to others about their own past, and those struggling in the nightmare of loneliness, desolation, or to the time, slowly indifferent.

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