How long can a person wait?
A day? A month? A year?
waiting is like waiting rains in drought.
torturing and hopeless.
Again, i am back to waiting zone.
我爱哭大声的哭,
你在身边我敢放肆的哭,
我爱哭偷偷的哭,
几句话语,
我的泪却 止不住,
留我一个躲在角落,
偷偷的哭,
我是爱哭鬼,
我要哭掉对你的思念,
看着镜子里面没志气的脸,
然后,越哭越后悔,
我是爱哭鬼,
我要哭掉对你的依恋,
我也知道自己这样子不对,
却还越哭越认真.
我不哭我不敢哭,
哭只会让视线变的模糊,
记忆会变更清楚.
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