Who has had the same voice

The critical blow of the fist has been satisfied, waiting for [finding] the lost self.

Hypocritical, wearing a mask. Force yourself to "install" - "install" all the time. What can I do? What else can you do besides loading?

Not an idiot, no less roots. Can gain insight into the jade that is broken, and the arrow that pierces the fragile heart and breaks the blood to break the dead world...

I long for idiots to carefree and careless; I long for the blind man to face the sorrowful and sorrowful face of the sorrowful sorrow; I long for the scorpion to listen to harsh, sharp voices...

False, wounded by a narrow pond. I can't show weakness and sadness. Only loaded, blindly loaded - loaded with crazy, loaded with laughter, loaded nothing... When tears can not help but overflow, can only secretly hide in the corner and let it unscrupulously leaked out. No dependence, no hugs, no comfort, I angered the fists and slammed the wall. Huge sounds; pits and sputum; dripping blood... but no sensation. Accompanied by the blood in the heart, the twisting of the knife... so cold, sore...

I lost myself. I don't know who is me? who am I? This is a bloody party, can not afford to lose a little, but why can you endure it and make so many amazing and painful things? There is no arrogance in the past; there is no temperament in the past; there is no past willfulness to play; and there is no such man’s momentum. What happened to me? What happened? Everyday, how do you know the sadness and pain behind you? How many more people can make a strong smile? Insomnia every night. Too many "why" can't stop the tears from penetrating the pillow - the night is quiet

Fortunately, I can still fantasize. I want to do it on weekdays, I want it... only through this way. It - my spiritual pillar. Except for family, it is all mine. If it also abandoned me, I believe... no! I firmly believe that I will collapse, even...

I know that this is an escape. I want to face it, but I don't have the courage. In the past, arrogance, self-confidence, and bloodyness are now broken, frustrated and weak, like a winged eagle, and a broken tiger. Is it a factor of love? It is undeniable that I have become a coward when I lost my wildness.

I long for wolves, wolves - that wild, not jealous...

I long for Haiyan - that pride, as life is like a mustard...

I long for the festival of Ephesus - the warrior of the ancient Roman arena, fighting without fear of death, involving the drums of death, the soldiers will no longer fight for hatred, no longer fight for victory, not even for themselves. In the war, some will only fight rather than stop fighting; and at this time, they will transcend all the logic of the world, the ultimate power that cannot be explained, as if their lives were dedicated to the god of war, this is not the case without death. The end of the blood sacrifice.

I am confused. Who will save me! Who is my guiding light? Who took me out of this confused dark sea? I don't want to drift away alone...

I am waiting, waiting for the appearance of that person...

Really there? In such a life?

The third day: Yuan Han Zhen Tao [103005971