Ill, a person 'carry', tired, a person 'hidden', pain, a person 'block'. The street, alone, on the road, a person think, the night, a person's bed. Is afraid of loneliness? Still afraid of the lonely? Slowly accustomed to a person's life become silent become desolate... Sick of those who face always feel inexplicable hate doesn't want to do not want to say do not want to see I'm not arrogant is not nonsense is tired of all depend on your language has nothing to do with me... Internet cafes, I go to the dormitory, I sleep a person slowly... Time goes up? No longer so carefree but so anxious really grown up? No experienced too much suffering, too much, too much unfortunately assume what, what, what to pay cash in the world has been lying to deceive ourselves, deceive others, deceive life thought that as long as the ideal will have the achievement will have a bright future... Is to pay? Strive? Still fighting? No. Your goal... Funny you own the original ideals have forgotten you really stupid, a person to eat a person to a person on the Internet a person listening to a person living alone... A person... Like white coffee song: you said each lonely heart every heart is fragile and are eager to be touched to me... More grow up more lonely, more grow up more uneasy to see the dream wings are broken to recover once you ask yourself where your pure eyes... It is more grow up more lonely more grew more restless.