Lost in the net

Recently, I can sleep through the night, I like a happy every day in all kinds of things before swallow, others a smile, a look all let me happy very long, and memorable. I smile in the shallow people, in the rose slightly on the corners of the mouth, to realize the jasmine lightly scent. I am glad to say: "every day there are so happy, life is a very simple original."

But, really start? My mood disappeared, I in this no snow in the winter for the hard, looking at the cold winter the dead branches, see the residual leaf full of depression and sad. I started feeling of south north of the dry freezing rain water, experience has a thing mercilessly. I wake up in the middle of the night, in the dark of night in a daze, in you who stole my sleep?

Is that you? You must not mess with me; Is that you? You just continue to blunt I smile, just look much a cold and resentment; Is that you? My phone didn't you as always news; Is that you? My daily will to greeting; Are you? Where are you? Oh!!!!! I know, I remember, because of you, and must be for you! You stole my thoughts. My fate ah, I is a swallow, the sky is I fly field, didn't want to provoke you pierces each other to each other, but heart. So far, far away at looking at you, helpless. Also with a cold heart, in you I here can never cross a mining the dike. You clearly know that I am the swallow, you are a fish.