It’s just nice to have my own blog, since it’s somehow home of my heart. There are words that you can not really tell friends, there are words just in your mind, not too big, not too small, but enough to bother you to change your mood.
Wandering around your windows, looking at the old pulm tree, breathing the same air, but it’s just cooler, because there’s no you on my side. everything is the same but everything is different. Just like the lonely bird left on the cold next, I couldn’t help stop thinking about the past. Taking the bird to the room, I only wish you find your happiness with your new love.
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