1.Go around on the street alone, is looking at the bustling with activity crowd on the street, those faces laughing heartily, those are all not belonging to you,
You are only a transient guest, nothing can be taken away, nothing can be left
How lively, what kind of prosperity, set off you extremely lonely more and more
Among the crowds, you lift the head silently, but can not find a familiar face
2.One rolls up on the bed, unable to fall asleep, think of the baffled problem in the brain, dark to like one enormous spider web make you parcel inclusive, thick cotton the underneath side of a quilt, you feel all right cold
Draw the selling machine from the pillow, but find you do not know who should call, then, the helpless one is got back into the pillow again
Your labour contractor contracts into quilt, the gentle one embraces one's own knee, like a child
Hold oneself tightly a bit, then, would not be cold
3.You hate some people, something, even is hating this world
You are always thinking, why is you
Why bear everything a painful one must you
You want, become one ordinary child only, it passes to be over one's own a childhood happily, study, look for a job, the love
However, so ordinary a all, as to you, so difficult
You feel that seem to have a pair of eyes behind one's back, are looking at you in smile that the area satirizes
Then, shake the head and go away
4.Stare flankly in the face of computer, around coffee take place cool gradually gradually already, earphone continuous to produce melodious music sound, at this moment, it has already been before dawn
You do not know either when to become such, is like one to live in caves the animal is general, hide and does not figure out in one's own nest
When begin sunshine to fear outside, dislike, go out, in the face of those people of door, you do not think they are even cordial as your ice-cold computer
Sometimes, fictitious world is really more beautiful than the real world
5.You lean it against the window, see through the fine drizzle, the silent one is looking at this strange city
You do not know how long it will stay here, you do not know what kind of person you will meet, know either what kind of memory you will leave
Order a cigarette, in the smog curls up, the eyes on your silent miaow, enjoy the quietness at this moment
The past everything let such him go through, from today, you should learn to know the strange person, do the strange thing, live a strange life
It is a stranger in the strange land alone
6.You are used to being grasped the socket bag and strolled and roamed leisurely in a person's path of the school, there are no targets, without the terminal point, you hope to so go down step by step, it is all pooped out to go to oneself
You learn to think that some questions are untied alone during this kind of time to only belong to a person, no matter your conclusion is right or wrong, it is all not important
You look at that lively playground, the corner of the mouth, raises up to smile gently
Under the setting sun, what your shade is drawn is good and long
7.You see in the dream she / he leaves, wake up crying from the dream
Looking at the hollow room, you went to and washed silently in front of the face platform
Look in the mirror, one's own pale and wan and sallow face
You have one's face covered with tears in a moment
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