In the complex on the street, could not find any trace of the familiar odor. To me, this world is really strange terrible.Has been struggling, have been anxious, has been trying to find their way in the world of feelings. Youth imprinted very deeply, but the memory of the feelings, but always very shallow. Perhaps it has no intention to stay in a particular space.Look to make the division and of the world, some people think that is the life of a helpless. In fact, many times, feeling just a kind of pale. Like every now immersed in the damage brought about by the love they knew in front of the outcome of their own has been unable to change anything, still in one effort to try to change.I always thought that the feelings are very tired. Points or from, or injury or pain, it often can not give what one wants, but then to cram an unacceptable overbearing. The thoughts behind the pain, the firm behind the loneliness, the hope behind, can only despair.In many cases, missing just a pain, unable to breathe. The lonely night, memories such as water, feeling that everything is cold. Numerous such night, I began to understand the kind of love do not need to be moved to tears,.This love has penetrated the soul, even beyond the soul.Have worked very hard, very persistent, and think that a lifetime will eventually share think of happiness, but in fact all over the place I am shameful happiness. Lonely sometimes really beautiful and amazing, so quiet, so inoffensive.Before the rain the air is always terrible, but to suppress rain, the only solution is another tragically. Until today, there are still a lot of people can not understand why I was so like the only solution in the rain. My answer is, I want to wash his soul. But this reason, it is very clumsy, but also very far-fetched.