这次是我错了....但你更错了....大家冷静下吧......你不用收回你的话吧...不用再来安慰我了....
你连最起码的事情经过都没了解...单凭一篇bk你就能说出那些话.....你脑袋里长大便了么..........
大晚上的找个人诉苦都没有......想死........心理又低潮了.....
我准备自己出去玩两天....庸人自扰.....
静静...这是背景音乐的歌词....等我冷静了再来解决问题.....
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile