I may really miss you, from your every indifference from my heart every time the loss. We are all the same. We are all vulgar people who collapsed in the night.
In fact, I wonder if you want to talk to me at that moment, even at that moment. Maybe you have a new girlfriend who will accompany you to play games, eat, sleep and do what you want to do. We are not on each other's life track, but on their own track. It's so good that although the person who brings you a smile is not me, it's just inadvertently that you still feel very sad because of what I like. You still have to be so wronged when you leave, can you give me back my happiness ah you know? I really hope that when you hold me and say you see a big circle around, you are still my imagination, after all, I did not live like you.
Well, I want to give up you. When I am serious about a love, I lose in a mess. I'm sorry about us!