I am just a fence, one day encounter a bird. I swayed the weak hand to please it for my presence. Flying birds, ah, I begged not to set no. But I read his wings from his firm wandering enthusiasm. Maybe I should learn to wait for him as Xu Zhimo: waved his sleeves, do not take a cloud. Life, rather than hold the defensive, as chic to give up. The most is the helpless fence, ah, still burdened with "two sides" of the infamy dermes. He has his life and I have my life. Friendship itself is not wrong, wrong is not out of the interpretation of my misunderstanding. Perhaps from beginning to end are holding too many illusions, Do not want to let him pass so beautiful, Perhaps the more you want to seize the good people lose more, Or God opened a joke, Will let us meet but do not become friends suv car rental. Now I am desperate want to shut down the heart of Wan Yu, No longer face squarely behind the piece of temptation of the mud. Perhaps mounted on the wings of the beautiful fly to heaven, Will be broken in an instant being ruthless dissection, Then let the world does not belong to me flashed by, Even if the heartbreaking heart is no longer to capture.
