我有看过许多人的变化，听过许多当时心里会酸酸的话 ，可再回望时，那些所有挥发不尽 。诸多人会被周边渲染，会渐而褪去开始的羞涩 ，褪去种种的不知所语，慢慢变得不像是自己，至少没了当时的痕迹。 我其实也一样，赶不上变化懂不了现在的自己 ，然而，不知本性未尽或是其他，仍会为爱我的我爱的担心帆影 ，也许习惯掩饰没被众人发现，习惯像无动于衷一样笑，一样不知所以然 ，可又的确存在那么个时间段是留给她们的，没有再角落，没有狂声泪落 ，只是安静着，一个人慢慢的，安静 ，还原，再笑不起来。 有时候，许多的东西看不清实在，或者说好多的好多戴上了鲜为人知的面具 ，以至于本质，原来，没留痕迹 。 不事不是 ，灰默忘知。
I have seen many people's changes, I have heard a lot of sour words at the time, and all the volatilizes are not enough. Many people will be rendered by the surrounding, and they will gradually fade the shame, fades to all kinds of unknown words, slowly become unlike themselves, at least the traces of the time. I actually, I can't understand myself. However, I don't know if I haven't worry, I will still worry about it, maybe I am used to it. I have been discovered by everyone. I am used to laugh, like irving. I don't know if it is, but it can have a time period is left to them. I don't have a corner. I have no crazy tears, just quiet, a person slow, quiet, restore, and smile. Sometimes, many things can't see, or have a lot of many masks, so that nature, it turns out, no traces. Not, the ash will forget.
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