It looks particularly strong and optimistic, particularly vulnerable and sad heart. However, we still have to use a smile to face life. Sometimes I get mad, just to vent the heart of grief. Sometimes I do not know. Growing up I hate the most is people misunderstand me. Every night, a man cried and consoled himself. Others only see my strong side, but never understood. It really are weaker than anyone else. I did not let anyone put me in her power. But at least do not get me wrong. Ask everything, and then draw conclusions. Whenever I am not happy, they will say they did not say me or call me, but who knows I'm not happy every time there is a reason.
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