Sunday, 22 November 2009

Sometimes you want stand on the top of world,sometime you wand hiding in the busy street.
Sometimes you want open your mind talk freely,sometimes you want just like stranger not say anymore.
Sometimes you want love someone like your brother,sometimes you want clam down never love anymore.
It's already gone for 10 years,20 years,all just like riddle.

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