I have a person in my world is good, has been busy enough.
Our loneliness is like a floating city in the sky, as if it is a secret, but can not be told.
I am alone, want to talk with the world an equal love.
My noisy temper, after all, was polished into the appearance of this pair of few words.
People around me are bustling, but my heart is full of desolation.
Nothing like, I do not like to play, do not participate in the complex circle, I just want to be quiet, quiet.
Ineffective socializing destroys interesting souls, and my loneliness makes me proud forever.
There is no man to call me to the dawn, no man to join me in the evening; there is no free man on earth, but not a free man on earth.
Everyone said I deserve alone desolate, in fact, no one understand my love long.
Like the sky, like the feeling of emptiness, the loneliness, so that the heart are precipitated.
Life is very lonely, no one can read another person.
When I am busy, I feel like I have nothing. When I am free, I know I have nothing.