the weather is too hot.There is not high temperature in my memory. this city is near beach.but I can’t bear this weather in this year ,although, the cool is in my heart, silent.speakless.sometimes I think I am out.there is not fit me.advance and with the pain and tear ,lost the wood ,then come back ,and the succeed don’t have the shortcut. do the things as the rule.
sometimes a familiar song for man will feel amiable,and the warm memory will be thought.this time I thingk no person could understand me.my heart my thingking.my future.
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