Don't give up easily

In a quiet corner of the noisy street, listen to my favorite song, repeat the story book that I love the most, later. The city is still noisy. The moon is like a hook, and the light of the light is reflected on the cold ground. Shine on the cold knife, clench your hands, pray, come late tomorrow. This will at least allow my soul to enjoy a moment of silence... Then, a little bit, push it a little bit into my body, it pierces my soul a little bit, slowly letting the pain numb myself, a little bit Let the blood soak yourself, quiet. It seems that there are thousands of realities. Enjoy the joy of pain at the last minute...

This is too cruel to yourself. If you really get to the "sadness against the river", you must learn the strongest face! In the widest wilderness, I think the wind is still blowing, maybe crying, maybe sorrow. The wind is still singing, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever, when a heavy rain washes the blue sky, when two lines of tears across the face, maybe silent, maybe happy!

If you give up easily...