This story is a pity, not you.

Unfortunately, not you, accompany me to the end.

I listened to this song over and over again. I couldn't help but feel sad.. The piece was lost and the picture reappeared.

Dear, but unfortunately not you, accompany me to the end. Once together, but lost at that intersection.

life,.

Born away -

It’s the day of the moon,

Death -

It is a falling flower.

The lamp of my heart is bright in silence and extinguished in the excitement. The characters in the story seem to be very miserable. I hope that the person I love will accompany me to the end, but I never thought of it as a ending. Tragedy. Like Heaven. The ladder> The person who loves, because of the separation of childhood. When I grow up, I found the other person, but because the woman is suffering from the disease, no medicine can be saved. At the seaside, the tragedy is staged.

In fact, sometimes love is not dead. It will not die, nor will it change. As long as it is true, if you fall in love, you will not forget it, and you will not give up.

Death, huh! It’s the end of silence, the rest forever.!

Then, why have we been living, who have left their own traces? Please let me leave some cherished and amazing things.

Maybe, I can't help but sigh gently: "This is a stubborn and simple heart!"

Yes.

In the story of me, what other people or things will appear? Is it like a star, or is it a crystal clear lake? Still, a glass of water? I don't know why I use the stars, lakes and a glass of water as a metaphor.

In fact, there are scars in the depths of each person, and some are one-time scars. Some spread like poison, and some are accumulated by time.

It is a pity that it is not you, accompany me to the end.

Unfortunately, not you, thank you that is you.

It is a pity that you are not sad to see me sad.

It is a pity that it is not you, let my sadness spread splendidly.

It's a pity that you are not with me, to accompany me to see the gorgeous sly.

2.0o7., "7" This year, I really like the number "7". I don't know why, I hate this number, although I like the singular!

In 2008, my story will be staged, let me, the performance is perfect!

A girl, don't know, this story or past events, is there any trace of your ~~

The perfection I pursue is to pay a certain price.?

I hope that my contribution will be rewarded with some return.

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Woke up every night, licking the slightly curled eyelashes, looking at the dark room, only me, I feel that there is unprecedented loneliness, loneliness. Whenever the mood, loss, night, always heal me. Treat me for a healthy baby.

Why, unfortunately not you. Accompany me?. Hey, I know, because, I have to learn to stand up and be independent.

Why, every time you resist yourself? Hey, because you have to learn to be strong.

Why, when the night hits me, you can't see your face. You can't hear your voice.

Oh, everything is because you have grown up, you have to learn to be strong, independent, and sensible.

In this story, the author is always just himself, and he also acts as the protagonist. Dominate everything. Change.

Daughter, when self-improvement.