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Reprinted from 310123563 at 00:10 on September 11, 2006 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: 4
like you, is a habit.
with your memory in my heart precipitation.
miss you, miss you, miss you can not change the heart.
think you really really have is a habit. Turn on the computer, listening to sad love songs
immersed in the sentimental melody,
heart of the multitude is but one of you,
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit. touch the keyboard, looking for a stranger to talk I think you feel.
want you to make your mind from the inside out temporarily,
allow it a little easier. people do not know who I am,
the impression they make on others is exactly what kind of people,
its not important. like you,
share of the backlog of melancholy in the heart to withstand some time for yourself
So when he felt helpless when
it will find a way. In E-MAIL in vent their emotions.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
open their own day, QQ,
will stare at you for a head of gray
. more think you can QQ about flashing,
It was a happy day and night is what I expect. happy
fact for me is so simple, that is waiting for your arrival.
sad, in fact, I'm also so simple
is you, has not appeared.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
day, lonely lonely stay in a person's network.
I do not care who people ignore me,
stand by what I have? waiting for?
dedicated what is it? a loss of feeling,
a round of care, to love,
do not expect the result to a feeling.
walk alone on the network.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
staggered moon, time goes by,
day to day,
the afterglow of the setting sun when the day
be covered by the curtain of night after
I rediscover my true self into the sea in the miss.
like a leaf boat, cruising alone in the sea,
can not rely on shore, not to find parking bays.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
Why do not bear the discrete celebrations?
Why is not my heart refused to recall thoughts?
is why the End of the World side to be cut off the call of affection?
secretly think of you in my heart,
slowly become messy heart, sitting on the computer side,
read their feelings,
but not by the you read between the lines into my.
you in my heart, you are in my fingertips,
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
sad song played repeatedly many times,
their passage in the side does not know how much time
myself do not understand why the attachment to you is, as always.
you do not appear, I would rather like to wait,
to wait, to wait, to wait for you in my sight.
miss you,
high nike dunk, miss you, miss you is a habit.
want to call and tell you I miss you, but I do not want to do that, I do not want to bother you, you have your own things to help. really do not want? I then why not? their fingers Well, you dial the phone, but they still did not call you. I'm afraid I tell you how much I miss you, your heart will become a burden. I do not want to make things difficult for you because I know my distant sister will miss. . Like you, want you, want you is a habit. Like you, to open their own E-MAIL,
point out the collection of stationery.
I quietly watching you from the heart of the language,
you look like a show in front of
tell myself that they are their own happiness,
sad reason he did not deserve,
own nor sad excuse.
smiled, at least I want you,
I can see your letterhead,
What disappointed
own it?
is not it?
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit. sad song is still singing, the air is humid, people are still lonely, in my heart or do you still write. is the way to you, like you, want you is a habit. Every day, every day people who want to be you.
night, night, or do you think of the people.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.