Smile, proud of the injury to cover up

listen to a song, and I miss someone, even if not around, but also a good warm feeling, once that person is still good? Distant memory, I only thought of you, but also clearly remember, once the good, I really miss. .
Now I find that reality is so cruel, night silence and indifference, in this bustling city, I can not find the port can allow himself to stop, I do not know how to fill the emptiness inside me the number of people hiding in the corner do not know when the tears fall. .
seems they have a sad habit of using words in the middle of the night to express his feelings at this time, a man accustomed to sad, tears, grievances, complaints, sadness, disappointment. Perhaps this is not a habit but a status quo, has always been the case. Learn the hidden text in the sense of helplessness, words and more people to pass out of the feeling of heartache, because it can be quickly transmitted to me, always struck me quietly, silently in my mind spread, unlimited expansion
may age, but age will increase, perhaps because of experience and mature heart, always listen to people say, being in the social environment to learn to grow up, learn to wait, learn to fight, learn to give up, why often many many times things will be back to the original starting point.
so long in the future, what are not sure, do not you have a heavy air to suffocate, and then also played the rhythm of the music not the feeling I have for you, look not, the height of happiness, who allowed you in this dirty world, brilliant like that? Think if pain is the most empty, under Modoribashi Lotus, who witnessed the two world bustling with whom? Perhaps live is a torture, the original burst of happiness once, fall down enough to breath in pain, why do not exist, and all but disappeared in the time, every trauma, is another kind of maturity.
midnight, carrying a number of ignorant and helpless, helpless themselves and the universe are filled with wind swallowed it. I smile, this is a no disputes to the territory, belongs only to indulge the lonely, listening, loneliness it sing, sing my own share of sad. . .