We meet in the end of summer,there have sound of cicada,everybreathe is warm.

The Sun shine on your smile,it is too bright for me,even you don't know in that time.

You are always in my eyes. I cry becos' of your blue,My smile also becos' of your hearty laught.

Your little thing can make my world to be upside down.

Put you down as the whole world .

but actually, you just a little point of the world , same as me .

think over here , I feel its so skin-deep for myself .

even that , I still cannot see the other more far more wide .

still cannot make my line of sight leave you .

I hate myself .

cause' no one take a gun to point at me , force me to love you .

it is too easy to get lost in you.

Its not lonely , so I miss you.

Its becos I miss you , so I get lonely.

I still afraid of loneliness anytime ...

I kown that void is still around and tear my heart .

Love is envy.

Love is doubt.

Love is the truth close to fantasy.

And Love can save the world.

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