Sunday, February 04, 2007, 8:08 AM
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,so then why are we destined to dream ?to hurt ourselves . or to have the thought that , there is still space for dreams . I used to believe without a doubt , I can reach my dreams , no matter how far-off they were , but that me , from now on ,sleeps inside my heart . The emotion , feelings , that overflow my heart ,I will try to stop them ,no matter how hard it is . And you , I've got nothing to say anymore ,neither do I have the right to say anything anymore , just , take cares , and be happy .
* - words are powerless to express one's feeling ,
and sometimes , they become a silver knife . % -