想起大一军训的时候,训练半小时我就会晕倒,在队伍里引起一阵慌乱,然后没心没肺的坐在阴凉地里一边舔着棒棒糖一边冲着在阳光下暴晒的同学们傻笑.
大二时的我是个精神上的流浪汉.不冷不热的学着一种叫做平面设计的东西,却总是惦记着封尘已久的画笔.
现在大三,看着渐渐饱和的平面设计行业,我想要另辟蹊径.调整自己的位置,磨练我自己,就为了未来.
真喜欢上MAYA课~hoping it will come today
into a starlit night
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze
Waiting on a shooting star
But, What if that star is not to come
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most
We all need to believe there is hope
Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but
There's a hole within my soul
What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see
Now all I need
Is my star to come...