Nobody will remember that summer

Only God see it

You blame yourself

Will not get love surely

So block heart

Alright, I have to claim that the time is so limit

That even work 24 hours a day

But still can not finish everything

No choice is the only choice

Abandon

Unwillingly

Face with the Panda’s eyes then?

Stones still rolling and nothing changed

There are fewer and fewer songs in my PM3

What is that suppose to say?

Means I am no longer live with music and hidden inside of it?

Or finally brave to face with the noise and

Put my weak hearing naked into it directly?

I am afraid that true is too focus on one certain melody

So that my pace will no that confused

Then life will be better, hopefully

A service of 16 hours a day

What about the left 8 hours?

Sleep?

I donot really wanna but I need indeed

If read book then need to write notes

Words is not for forgetting after reading

Write them down but not for document

Accumulation forever for thoughts

The stories behind stories always meaningful

Movie is too short while serials is too long

All those dialogues are arranged firstly

The eyes might blocked but heart will not never closed

Words may not matured but all significant

Feelings and meanings are all up to yourself

I need a peace, a entire peace

Please even just one minute then let me go

That is not too much, isn’t it?

Start used to notice the state of EPrince

Wanna receive messages from him

Happy talking with him always

We are friends, so faithful

About that ‘guy’

You know more than me and let it go

Donot wanna think anything about it