快乐的时光
总是很快的就过了
让人无法好好享受那种特殊的感觉
刚订了飞机票
这个星期六就要飞了
飞去JOHOR照顾我婆婆
其实我不是很愿意
但没有办法
因为只有我一个人那么的空闲
其实我不是很愿意
我不愿意和他分离那么远
我不想一个月和他不能见面
其实我也愿意
我想出外走走
呼吸新鲜空气
踏踏脚车
其实我也愿意
我不喜欢留在家
不知道为什么
不喜欢对着他们
在家很孤单
没人和我聊天聊心事
有时想
如果可以一个人在外面生活
自己照顾自己
那该有多好
去一个没有人认识我的地方
从新开始
......那是我的心愿
Love Is...
Love is an honesty
About the language of the heart who was revealed
by the strands of the body
About a satiran who exposed knife
Love is sometimes blind,will forget the mind
Doing things that are sometimes absurd
But that's love
Love Is...
Love can turn bitter into sweet, turning dust gold,
cloudy became clear, sick are healed, the prison into
the lake,pain becomes pleasure, and anger into mercy
Love is not teaching us weak, but of power.
Love teaches us not humiliate ourselves,
but breathes bravery.
Love is not discouraging, but uplifting
Love Is...
Love also makes you become a poet
Inscribe her in the heart of the sky
By borrowing the color of the rainbow
To carve hearts content
But Love is a beautiful gift
Grace of the Creator to his people
And let the flavors were languishing in our heart
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