Life is not self-determination

Zheng Shu Yu Bo in English is a link, I first thought it was dance language, read a few times but did not care.
Then one day, Shu Yu said she often thought in the classroom Zheng is written on a person to tears. This has aroused my curiosity.
So in such a night, I started a chapter of the text to see Zheng language, many state of mind, is the same desolation and untouchable.
As she said, the real loneliness is not to be saved, has become a spiritual background, whether anyone encounter the same. We are the years, met through, leave, and repeatedly chase, verify, before resigning to fate I believe.

I like her, even if you want to re-arrange your life first, it was too late.
Zheng met language, I only Road Manzhen on Shijun, we could go back and is the most sad to say.
But she said it is sad Shijun and Term Mechanism of marriage. Is Term Mechanism tears murmured to herself on Shijun also said: "it was too late."
Yes, too late. We wound up not young then as we are already in the mortal world full of holes, but I have yet to learn invulnerable Chongrubujing.
Zheng Bo read language, hit several times himself, grief can not be inhibited. I thought I saw the time secretly Zheng Shu Yu language text and tears, because I now like her.

And lodging not love / love of why there has been / is not a lifetime of self-determination.
Singing dead people can not help but always at night, more tears, our noodles, more than a night in the throes of a sudden, some day awake, such as needle piercing the heart of the pain lightly.
It seems to have no time to remember what had suddenly grown up.
Zheng language of 24, I 21. But I was only 24 years old met her.
When I was 20-year-old Zheng Language 20 4:00 pm Reading of the written word, as if across time at both ends, so long, was so short, I read her words, but saw his heart was still beating.

I envy her old age older than me but I remember so many do not belong in this era classic. Dillon that white boy dancing, when I met Shique has long been of the road middle-aged man.
I admired her and fell in love with life outside the figure. That kind of love, so pure, nor so deep.
Unlike love, there is a little more curbing of calculation and hesitation.

In my life two decades, many people have emerged, whether I will meet my future what kind of people are adamant that current is the future of life. No matter how many people experience, through many things, as well as they did to the world on fire straight into the heart.
We left from previous years, see yesterday's light and shadow. Loved, hated, and forgotten.

These days, if not in front of the computer, I would read books, watch TV, lying in bed I will have to see cell phone novels, I am very afraid of the dark and empty unexpected. The heat of summer has become the reason I do not want to go out, from the life of the head, to stretch on tiptoe also have sight of the other end. Perhaps want to do, but there is an option up.

At one time, or because not old enough to pay their own feelings.
So then I wanted to recall, not too many things to remember. But our hearts are still sad and dreary. And thousands of people, keep the meet, separately, this time knowing each other, they do not know where tomorrow.
Baraka, the universe prehistoric. We are all one person, never a person, he has his world. 
Zheng language that we are the same lonely people, with not being involved in the world. We never really want to rectifiable things can only continue to need the warmth, comfort needs to confront the fate of the empty and desolate.
The process of life is to find a similar process, thousands of people, find a person who can understand their own.
But we must face such people?
So many years of chasing and confirmation, the people around, not necessarily understand the thinking of people, but it can clearly know your little life preferences.
The original no matter who, when, after you like, it becomes a person that will accompany on-going.
Together to see a time of gray.
Because we have learned to compromise, to compromise, I hate to leave and submit to earthly warmth.
Life is so humble, we are, no matter how unwilling, finally only the fate of the face looked down.