HAIZ. . . I have a fever! !
Sick of feeling really bad. . . Din have people take care of me. . .
Have to take care of yourself! !
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Sick of feeling really bad. . . Din have people take care of me. . .
Have to take care of yourself! !
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When you think you love a person,
Perhaps just love the feeling of love,
May have been moved by their own particular fantasy,
May have been that much like his own shadow confused
Maybe this time we are still not sure whether this really is love.
When you use a very long time to forget someone,
When that finally had it,
One day, just because a particular scene, a detail,
He suddenly appears in your mind and linger a long time,
Then he came to realize that never really forgot to.
We can deceive everyone,
Because no one can truly know your true feelings.
However, we can not deceive myself.
Late at night, Who told you can not sleep,
Who in your mind the frequency of the highest
Middle of the night wake up, you first think of the people?
We need to have a brave face all the real soul.
Day is the reason, the night was emotional,
We must do everything in the day had to do,
Whether you like it,
At night, I will very light and almost a whisper,
Tell yourself "I really love you."
Always do not want to explain to anyone what
Mind that true love is connected, is mutual understanding.
However, I can understand other people, but others may not also be understood.
I can forget memories, so that the memory of this feeling only the beginning and end of
But I can not forget you, your name as a mark
Reminded me that you have there, who live in my heart.
A lot of things, I can not change; a lot of things, I can not be forced;
A lot of things, just the beginning in what has been destined to the end;;
Very often, we knew no good outcome is still moths into a flame;
Stories, because it is just beautiful and tragic at the end of it memorable..
A love to the moths into a flame is a kind of fall .......
Perhaps just love the feeling of love,
May have been moved by their own particular fantasy,
May have been that much like his own shadow confused
Maybe this time we are still not sure whether this really is love.
When you use a very long time to forget someone,
When that finally had it,
One day, just because a particular scene, a detail,
He suddenly appears in your mind and linger a long time,
Then he came to realize that never really forgot to.
We can deceive everyone,
Because no one can truly know your true feelings.
However, we can not deceive myself.
Late at night, Who told you can not sleep,
Who in your mind the frequency of the highest
Middle of the night wake up, you first think of the people?
We need to have a brave face all the real soul.
Day is the reason, the night was emotional,
We must do everything in the day had to do,
Whether you like it,
At night, I will very light and almost a whisper,
Tell yourself "I really love you."
Always do not want to explain to anyone what
Mind that true love is connected, is mutual understanding.
However, I can understand other people, but others may not also be understood.
I can forget memories, so that the memory of this feeling only the beginning and end of
But I can not forget you, your name as a mark
Reminded me that you have there, who live in my heart.
A lot of things, I can not change; a lot of things, I can not be forced;
A lot of things, just the beginning in what has been destined to the end;;
Very often, we knew no good outcome is still moths into a flame;
Stories, because it is just beautiful and tragic at the end of it memorable..
A love to the moths into a flame is a kind of fall .......
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