I don't have the big eyes like the sky.

I don't have the pretty smile like the sunshine.

I don't even know how to say beautiful words everybody like.

I am just who I am.

I’ll try my best to do everything. I’ll be kind to those w

Princes all run for the princesses.What about the Cinderella? Maybe they all forget her.They left her alone.

Finally I know, it was not a fairy tale.It was just a joke.

I confused my feelings wthe truth. Because I like the feel When there was you and me.

XX, you are not my fairy tale.

I miss you.But I will let you go.

Goodbye,my dear little prince.

My dear XX...

I don't know how to deal with all the things.

It seems that nobody I can believe in.

They all look like devils.

I need help.But nobody can set me free.

I am lonely.

I have to face a lot of devils.

If you want me to be your puppet...

You win.

I'm the loser.

Pain past is pleasure.But sometimes,it seems have never gone away.It isn't past.It always reminds me of many painful memory.There is a dark drawer buried deeply in my heart.Nobody can take it away.

I really hate that.No one will understand.They thought me crazy and strange.But I can understand them.They could never comprehen something never happened to them.Few people would like to listen to others seriously.Who will care about others more then himself or hersel

Olympics,you're coming soon.

I'm excepting you.

Welcome to Beijing.

Let's try our best to reach the peak.

Every one is the champion.

Long time siting at the computer make me feel very tried.

This morning I registersd a little new thing.It's funny.They call it "Douban".I know many people are using this thing.It's really good.You can find almost everything there.Music,novels,movies.You can also private diaries or make some comments.

I found a lot of good books,records and movies there.It make the boring day full of fun.

Long time ago,a friend of mine recommend to me this song.He is one of my best friends,a romantic boy who is good at writing and very interested in foreign music.Now we are out of touch.Sometime I miss the past days we talk together and share our feeling. But it's gone and never come back. I know.

This is the song lyric:

burning - m

This blog really makes me crazy!

Why can it so difficult to control like that?The template can not be moved or add a new one.The title can not be amended when you have made any mistake.You should write the whole article again.

I don't understand why.

It drives me crazy!

Who can help me?

The articles are classified by four seasons.

Each season has its own means.

       Sprint: warm.happy.

Summer:angery.fretful

Autumn:normal.peaceful

Winter:unhappy.gloomy

        Just for fun...