Hand release choose a quiet , choose to leave

If you love a person can not be together, but can not love with at the appropriate time, if love, but love at the wrong time, in addition to the heart of the collection that drop tears, silent walk a longer distance, but also what options? I thought he had done a heart like only who, indifferent smile on all things that have been done for you all out of tears, not because you all to tears. What is recalling the tragic! All instant collapse. Dust in the memory of pain is like experiencing the deepest life-saving key-like rush rush out of the moment to spread the body. Why, why would such a pain? Has been hovering at between whether to delete your name. Delete, reluctantly; not delete, dull. Why, why is the favorite in your mouth, you have to this way of treatment? ? ? ! ! ! The initial feeling, because I was afraid, I'm afraid of pain suffering love. But, still unconsciously in love this piece of swamp, so that hurt themselves. Quiet night, and again no sleep, a time of constantly counting the scars, one, two, three ... ... ... ... but how can you really know how to countless loved the taste of it? You really can forget you have a deeply loved person? You know like a piercing pain? These are far from a simple I'm sorry you can erase all the scars. Love, no I'm sorry, just love to not love. Thank you, let me know, maybe you do not love me, perhaps, you not love me, thank you, let me know that we love so superficial, and ultimately stand the test, no match for ~~~~~( you know of), you cherish me? There are more love me? Every day, immersed in your game, That's good, at least when I left, I would be less a human life in the city tears ....... reflection of you and me never. Perhaps to the end, it still will feel the pain of its own excuse for it again! If you can, I go back to not know you; if I can, I would rather not meet you life; if you can, but would rather you did not love life. I hate you, hate your life. This life or the man's life after life in the afterlife, I do not want to meet you again, even if just pass by, I do not, there is no intersection of passing, I have not. My all, has nothing to do with you ... ... between you and me, from a stranger! !