Sunday, March 22, 2009
我的日记写满的都是你的名.Boy, Im really sorry. When I read our conversation history, tears just welled up in my eyes. I read from the top t th bottom. It was like, going through warm waters and then t cold waters. 我的钢琴弹奏的都是你. Boy , Im really really sorry. Right now I can only think back on how we were in th past. Last time everytime I cry you will always be th first one t offer me a hug or comfort me. Right now I feel like I really need a shoulder t cry on, but then things dont seem t be th same anymore. 想念的心想的都是你. Boy , Im really really really sorry. I really really really am sorry, I really dk how many sorrys or what I should do that can turn things around. I know that you have always been tolerating my childish stupid attitude, taking in my patheticness, always feeling disappointed in me when you know that I didnt listen t you, and during that darkest period of my life last year in December, you were th one who stayed up too t comfort me, even though knowing that whatever advice you tell me could hardly go into me. You were th one who lent me his shoulder when I cried, when I wanted t sleep. You were always there ready t hug me whenever I needed one. You were just like my sweet, always so kind, caring, loving, sweet. You were my piller when I couldnt stand up tall. You were my strength when I felt weak. And now with you gone, even sugar tastes bland. Right now, you dont know how hurt I feel, how upset I am, and how much tears are flowing. 孤单一个人的时候 第一个想念的人依然就是你 Boy, Im really really really sorry. Maybe even a thousand apologies wnt bring things back t th past. To: my Kuku brother. ( L ) No one comments on this post. 一心只想让你开心 但是却一次又一次的失败
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