Don't want to go to touch those textbooks will I become dementia, what I want is just completely independent from home, not to rely on them.
A few meters to live in their own world hong kong hotel tsim sha tsui, he is happy smile, sad to cry, he made no secret of his inner world, just a little cartoons, short lines of text, you know all the joys and sorrows of his heart. but he always insists that he is a ordinary people, ordinary life, the joy of life, happy to paint. His world was split in two, one is happy, is a sad, but he always unlimited compression sorrow, let the joy get unlimited expansion, so there are no sadness in his personal world, even those with the breath of sorrow, you can read between the lines of his happiness, and perhaps his vision of hope...
All the sadness, always leave a little joy clues. All the regret , always leave some perfect corner. I'm in the frozen deep, looking for hope the gaps.
Woke up in the middle of the night, just enjoy the beautiful moonlight Look at the full table cluttered file, on the computer, I still have to continue to work, I know my life is doomed to be slaves. Use headphones, and then a long and sad voice, elder brother is really know me more, I really also like the song of the range of a deep and helpless feeling, especially hear singers sing to the sentence: "perhaps you inadvertently a smile, I will back to your side..."
Let me moved a lot. Woman, born affectionate seeds , worldly man even how hurts, don't understand love, but, who she fell in love with the man, a smile, a word, when it's back and ignore too much...