It is sadness, maybe, I guessed.
Why the sky in my eyes are not the blue one, why the smile are bitter than ever before, why I can not feel the joyce...There is too many questions that I can not answer. But I sense the sadness clearly. The sadness in my body, my viels, my cells, flavoures my mind and every single breathe.
There is a closet deeply in my heart. Right in this secret thrine, there is a memory dropped into the water of cruelty, could never be saved. I got lost in this thick forest of sad, I got drawned in the river of rage. I got fallen into the open of no mercy and suffocated myself.
No one could save me on this lonely Monday morning.
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