My stories, my life.

好闷哦 ,
前天晚上呢 ,
嘿嘿 ,
因该是我最开心的一晚吧 ,
我第一次梦到他喔 .
梦到他什么 ,
都忘了 ,
只记得他咯 .
呵呵 .
可是 ,
那梦好假 ,
好假 ..
让我有手 ,
都 ..
抓不到 .....
为什么 ,
为什么我只能偷偷望着你 ,
望着你望着别人呢 ?
也许你从不知道 ,
也许你不想知道 ,
当你看着别人时 ,
你有没有想到 ,
有人也在看着你 .

So boring ,
The night before yesterday ,
hehe ,
Must be the best night i ever had ,
Thats was the first night i ever dream about him .
Dream about what ,
Forget liaoz ,
Only remember him ,
hehe .
But ,
That dream are too fake ,
Too fake ..
Let me got hand ,
also ..
Cant catch it .....
why ..
why i only can secretly look at you ,
look at you to see you look at others ?
Maybe you never know ,
Maybe you dont want to know ,
When you look at others ,
Do you ever think before ,
Somebody are also looking at you .

我抱着我的梦醒来 ，
我抱着我的孤单醒来 。

I hug my Dream Awake ,
I hug my Lonely Awake .