The pace of time never stops, the rhythm of the life can't slack offLook at yourself, the babble of infants, now wear glasses, become elegant

　　I am a sentimental person, my feelings, exquisite like waterWhen I saw the leaves, I will be sad;When I saw the petals to the raindrop strike, also in the heart silently say: does it hurt?When I see a vigorous tree, I'll run past to give him a hugThey don't understand me, I don't like to chase scenes, don't like to play games, don't like gossipingI hope I can have a person like me, accompanied me to idea that fantasy world like a dreamBut I can't get away from them for my feelingsThis society, he did not pure beauty of flowers, no rain and pure and fresh nature, in my eyes, is a storm

　　My troubles are not with others, and I won't because the result quality or happy or sorrow, so average, firmly, also became a bad say "bad"

　　Gradually, I found that抖音神曲, in fact, is not too terribleWorry is a kind of taste, feel, will also become a kind of novel findingWe smile on the face, is to break the confused weapons.

初一:肖磊