Said I was a child, I myself laugh, but I am now the state is a child lost direction, I'm still trying to find the way forward. Once today's dedication in exchange for a modicum of success, now I'm confused, anxious, afraid of their own choosing wrong direction, it has been stagnant. Today I planned to go their own way next step, I want to strengthen our confidence to keep going. . .
He walked down the past few years, I'm missing something, also feel very confused. Not about money, more precious than money should be free all the time things right, once young, a former vanity, paid the price.
Hope that one day, I should be so lucky to restore it, for so many years, I am also very lucky with someone you love has been by his side, and then solemnly cherished treasure. I do not want to hesitate, do not want a loss, adhere to the path of their choice.
I've read some of the poems, like the delicate feelings of the poet, like the poet's ambition; I plucked up courage to use words to record their bit. Stomach ink too little, a little bit of accumulation of it, come on, Junior!
