作者i199240222 (抽烟的请闪边，我过敏。)
看板Sad
标题[心情] No one to talk to.
时间Wed Feb 15 23:30:04 2012
I've got nobody to talk to,
since you said I am too pessimistic.
Now this word grow in my heart,
thrives like a tree, block the sun,
make me feel like talking to anyone about me sorrow
is a sin.
Even talking about you.
I love you so much, much more than you can ever love me.
Now I see this.
I am willing to hear anything from you,
tiny little thing, or just mumbling, whatever, I don't care.
Anything.
Because I love you.
Rebecca.
You are with her now,
all I can remember is the day I got drunk,
and you look at me.
Just like a dream.
After all this, I see it is.
It is a dream.
Jack.
Life goes on.
How?
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