Don't want to, humble, to dust

Sometimes it is desperate for the gross, the feelings of the light. Like has been his hated, how much more will, that person and, and, and, and so. His life has nothing to do with me, he loved that, not me. What am I? Stranger a ethylene-propylene.

The jokes, but is he feel lonely reward, only I, so silly remember.

To all the people, but, let his stealth see. I'm afraid of him which one day suddenly want to me, will find me. He never thought, others say that I rarely online, but he can see me in all the reasons.

I am proud of, and would not active and other people chat. To him, the helpless. The information in the past, the hair can't help answer, a word, two words, with light doesn't matter. That? My mood, he is don't care.

Suddenly tired, he gave me a dream, but I can't see the river's lake lake edge. So, will the tired all day.

Don't let low dust, even to open a flower, what? The fruit is not...... This a bowl of red bean boil soup, also just drink."

In the heart of the empty, won't, but had to give up. Not sad, I don't weak, you know.

Don't want to companiship, injustice long, increasingly felt humbled himself. Why? This is so aloof woman.

Lift up your head, so. Don't cry don't smile, tell yourself, irrelevant...