Twenty years old, began old

 Met, is waiting for the start of a victims.
If I can, I really do not want the protagonist of the victims in this write down your name. This barren doomed love, only to find the occasional blade of grass dew, The more remote like a python wrapped around the tight, winding on my body.
I would rather that I was lonely travelers in search of answers to stubborn to walk the road. We have not met, not met, we just saw each other and then indifferent to brush each other, in a parallel track not see the end of the terraced rice paddies staggered.
  September day, the whole I was twenty.
morning, I woke up. I since you left after the watch has been very quiet PHS, looked long and carefully to the balcony. At this point, it is the night when the heavy makeup, wearing a silver bright costumes and the moon in the sky alone, flirtatious, occasionally swan. large flowers. large flowers.
I think of your name, wrenching pain, I found myself in the guise of the night are installed with sink, indulging in the ocean of the night unable to breathe, severe injuries like a flower open.
one, and one, the pain to such a brilliant bloom.
  September day, the whole I was twenty.
I've always been like a lonely child .
I like the lonely, and perhaps that adjective for a two-year-old girl who has the feeling of a Tarzan-like question mark, I suspect at the bottom of my practice for many years, does not know the human misery, Even so sad can not find entry point to resolve. In fact, I was a little girl only, but allows the desolation of their own feel. twenty years old, so what? For me, two years old, began to old ..
Sometimes, loneliness can lead people to fear their own quiet, my world seems I am the only one there. I feel like I struggled a broken-winged butterfly in the spider's web, looking like ants a little bit autistic eating my body. the sun seems to disappear for many years, my forehead to stay a long time the sun had no signs of Honey. I want to cry, but tears that refused to come out there spinning. I think the reason may be dry, I have forgotten tears taste. I often think he is a withered flower waiting, alone in the rain and wind in full bloom.
and meet you, is a pain in the Chinese Code. Once started, the pain will eventually lead China in a When the two-year-old feast ..
glare of the sun light shines on my pale face, I think, destined to a person if the years of catastrophe, then frankly we can only stand in front of the cup of sorrow as Growth transformation of the bitter medicine, an ancient brain drink. out of the window the sun of the world, the adult world is very complicated, I just want a simple how are being so difficult?
better days days days ago, I 've been watching eyes.
plasma screen, Xu Jinglei's eyes a long, memorable as the night flight of the fairies means, with flames of fate, only to burn come faint flame as a hungry beast, and instantly swallow That memory of the gorgeous.
gorgeous, but the rushing sound of waves surging high tide, low tide a thing of nothingness.
I think, is not our time and that also disappeared in the city subway, like the end of the Since then, is not you have your life, I have my corner.
like I suddenly threw himself in the darkness, listening to the same song Liebo, hide in a corner curled body, I think I lack of security.
I do not want, do not want to like a child as naive as before, so that you feel uncomfortable. you say you like Guainv Hai, a little good if I can, then good, you do not promise me anything ? I'm not self-willed, and I have become well behaved, and I have put away all the immature mind, but can you promise me back? I was well behaved, and makes you angry, are you ? you no longer care about me, huh?
you have left the campus, I am quiet, humble life with, very hard to read, works harder than the previous reading, take a wide range of certificate That scholarship, but also in the hard of reading I am very nasty turn this post. I began to understand my parents sad life is not the castle. If only if, if you can be happy happy, I think I will do that Silence does not appeal from the injured spectators.
I like to sit in Nanjing subway, light-hearted look at cosmetic face beneath the city, I think I killed like a angel in this world, my grief is like hanging dew glistening on the eyelashes, as willful like a proud beast, standing height Sheng is cold. Some people say, everyone will fall in love with a person because of a city, a place. in that Nanjing is not far away, full of tea Hong place, you have my love.
the same day as the leaves fall, we finally walked into reality, and then won the splendid material that fetish, a city, eventually blocking a reality. virtual world is always a long a happy face, sad but blindly continue to pay their respects, I think, it is time to think about their own time, I can not just sit and look out of an abyss that their own, but also a deep ancient fall. I thought about fleeing the dream, thought that as the cloud level with the skyscrapers as the pleasure, I think I will piece together shattered before your eyes like it.
It is said that everyone will love because of one person on a city, a place. is really the case? no one knows how much I wanted to escape the city, quietly, like a was wanted for absconding offenders ..
morning, I heard a human voice, and your voice very much like much like, I told myself that was you, but, one switched to feel stupid, how can you appear in front of me. you will look into the distance my sorrow, calm and collected.