Read a girl's blog, because is injured, what she wrote is very moving. The girl who will write the article on earth is easy to injure because of being fine and smooth and sensitive? Can write articles because because injured girl have stories? As I can not write articles gradually gradually already, mean I begin to learn happily?

Leaf through another person's blog again, there are two sentences, feel very much.
Is it here? Receive the blank invitation, it is not known and it's time to attend whose dinner.
I will find out about your fragility, it is getting peaceful to make me place on your heart there.

One ignorant, he plump heart of love, whereabouts of having no way of. He wants to find her wound, but she has already closed the heart door.

About the love, I have already talked about and had nothing to say.

Seeing his space a few days ago, he complained about the studying having to go abnormally, worriedly of the examination. Complaint like a child.

There is one in the twinkling of an eye, I love a bit, but ache, turn into a smile of the corner of the mouth.

He was still him at last, and I, already long and arduous journey passed by.
 
There are so many stories, at last, in that vast story-book, the chapter about him, the apparent one is insignificant. Though, that was once chapter one that I composed diligently.
 
This failure in love coming late, is such calmness.
 
Later, will remember him, however, have no feeling of pain.
 
Later, will be asked with his story, I touched on lightly, was disinclined to bringing up again.
 

Later, understood at last, like a bit, can disappear in such way

 Listen the sound of falling in mid-night at night attentively, does not see the look of the whole city clearly, the pale yellow light shines the street before dawn, make us unable to find that brave and strong shade. In the past, crossed it very happily, because oneself was too greedy, wanted to stay being happy at one's side, so, pursue the happiness, live very tiredly. But nowadays get, to not there is not anything that expect happily, sometimes there is a happy hope a bitting, but fear that must hope to flee from. When finishing with sound of falling in our life, and yearned for what kind of pain that is one kind, it is brave and strong that all of us do not want to study, what we will continue. There is no disease **The sad march of this era,listen to we by sad music lonely ghosts sad at this season only. It is not very lonely characters that we are writing with the lonely heart, a little indistinct invisible pain, when our tears withered and fell together with the wan and sallow expression, our emotion had not had once shade. However, we must continue life, because will continue tomorrow, no matter in the illness, or wake up, in one's sleep, just, time old that we forget already at yesterday. Perhaps, our hope will not be tomorrow, however, we will want hard. For tomorrow life that, heart beating untiring of us, want, let the broken heart having a rest transient very much really, but the life has given it a sacred mission, can't let it have a rest, even if one fen won't do. See sad story have as us lung shed tears, we feel that kind than die painful grieved pain too, though is only a kind of natural parting. Perhaps, our heart is used for being injured and painful one by birth, it seems without injuring that and the agony is abnormal, seem to have no happiness with the agony without injuring. Acting as and wiping the shoulder out of date happily at our side, we have smelt the sad breath too, just, it comes so as to make people at a loss very much too suddenly sometimes, but it was really that a kind of cruel and honest one was true. So, we mustn't expect too overly happy thing, because the happier the easier to injure, because the happier the apter to be sad. In sloping world of us, whole city noisy to it disturbs to be but flourishing, we walk under the pale yellow light, suffocating of the city has brought desperate shock with soul to us a bit, people all live under such an environment, they all just think of one's own life, have no time, go, take this piece into account engineer person who chisel and carve dangerous city that shrouds, have no time to disguise the urban civilization of this spider web in groups too. Pieces of very creative bill-board are a lot of beautiful scenery in mid-night in the city even more, under such scenery, they have substituted the depression of this city with the hasty step, by substituting the crowdedness of this city on foot. We survive on this stereoscopic space, the nostril is packed with the taste of the smoke and dust, the ones that had guts sometimes and can't breathe suffocated. We want to look for a breath with quiet sky very much, it is too tired and too extremely awkward and sad because of breathing not to allow oneself. The darkness is still continuing extending towards here and there, the lights of both sides of the street are still brilliant, just many a person's shade. Dull floating towards unknown world bit by bit slowly in the boundless night sky of light, nobody will write history to commemorate. Because is too remote. So they are still being eternal in a kind of unknown one of achievement, but we have already begun to be old. We do not know what should be commemorated, it is simple that we will just continue the simple one of tomorrow. All have many things that can't be forgotten and forgotten in our life, it, is pestering us just as the virus twine the computer, like the shadow following the person, do not leave and abandon. For example saying, I who am present am such a state. To put it briefly even if I understand the state like this, so, unable to forget, unable to give up agreeing on, observe Hou in strange sad pray quietly of agony quietly quietly at one's side of city only, then it is happy and sad to enjoy this city together.