The way of world is cool ,the way of human is evil,the flowers are easy to fall down when the rain in the dusk splashed against it.
The dawn wind dried my tear,I tried to write down my mind on the paper but it is so difficult for me to do that,so I just leaned on the fence and spoke to myself.Everything changed as time goes on and you are no longer belong to me however the disease is like a swing's rope troubled me all the time never changed.The sound of the horn is cold the nighttime is coming to an end so is my life.I make as if i am well actually I was fear of greeting .I want to hide the facts!
翻得不好不要笑了……