I was five

night, so still and lonely, separated by thick glass windows, the outside is below zero degrees Celsius.

world seems to have lost me. let me stay in this quiet corner of sorrow alone. through the online shopping to that little light given the dim light of Taiwan, and my mood began to trance. a very long time, I forget all, or even forget he is still a lost woman, could not find the way to the time.
Along the way, regardless of precarious Ye Hao, sunny, but for me like I was strong, at least in the altitude of the sun during the day, my mouth is rising. did not think I look healthy, in the night, would wept over his quilt. those who have been soaked paper towels, seemingly also laughed at me.

lazy me will always be bright sunlight daily wake up and live in the east to the house, enjoying the illusion that warm. Fortunately, I have to enjoy the kind of face the sun, spring. < / p>

always dreamed of a small bar, and now desire to achieve. sitting on their hands decorated the bar, feeling all the happiness and satisfaction, do not know the reason is not too cold, or because most people are back home. Today very few such visitors of bars, guests can hear the quiet dialogue. like the lively and lonely I'm afraid of being alone, I would rather find one place where many people sat quietly blissful silence, nor hope to hear static and the voice of their own heart.

I think I was a child, one of only five years old child. because the reality has been eroded away the rest of my years of a bear, I like fantasy. imagine the man of my past life buried to save me; imagine that he should is out of the glass slipper of Cinderella, waiting ... waiting for a prince on a person listening to my song; such a person to claim to be forgotten in my end of the world.

I forgot to reality, I'm just ordinary extraordinary woman, a man should find the conditions very quickly to their Jiadiao, destruction out of the illusion, that since I will not daydream Yes. more no matter who is the King who is the past life Yuji; afterlife who is the princess who is the prince, all are important, it is important to their rapid Jiadiao, do not secretly dark night a man to tears; not to A man walking aimlessly; Do not disregard the body to drink for solace. And all of this, is my imaginary reality. holy plateau at this point, I am still a man alone in the middle of the night to go home and lie down in the huge bed, breathing in the cold winter air to fall asleep.

sleep time, pondering over the things that make me sad make me happy memories; recalled the men who say vows, and now think of these commitments, they seem to float in the ear of the wind, S were severely threatened.

cold night last night, perhaps to the more violent than some, but tonight I feel a hint of warmth, sadness has become the past tense, tomorrow will be another good weather. because no one in this world see my tears, but also no one is happy for me to erase away sad! Since then, I should be brave enough to pick up strong and happy towards the ideal start.

because I am not old, you will not be three years old.