Sometimes, we are willing to forgive a person, not what we really willing to forgive him, but we don't want to lose him. Don't want to lose him, but pretend to forgive him.

Wind direction determines the dandelion, and you decided to my mood. Love is the most beautiful plumage, lose it should take anything to Enron composure.

Never say, I do not know how the powder. Once love each other, it is now independent of each other. Sometimes life is ironic, a turnaround is possible.

Always thought that happiness in the distance, you can chase in the future. Later, those who had embraced the people, holding hands, singing songs, tears, loved the people, have the so-called, is the well-being.

I suddenly feel myself like a doll, acting all grief at separation and joy in Union, sorrows. There are lots of shining siliery thread on my back, controlling all my action.

早安~我最亲爱的你