My dear baby, you don't know
When I write down this way, call, I'm already was in tears, tears I saw our once, forget the park, the sit together, the rain of the bench deliberately encounter and countless together hand through the day......
My dear baby, you don't know, in countless sleepless nights, I through cigarettes, beer comfort that a lonely heart, more than when I miss you, you can call, even if not to talk, can you hear your breathing and heartbeat, I have satisfied. Numerous summon up courage to try to phone you call, but in the phone right, hurry to hang up, if this is a bother, also fear that you see the lonely heart...
My dear baby, you don't know, how much I love you, had accidentally put you drop, make you a person in this lonely city wandering, who all know that I'm better than no direction, don't know where to go, that kind of feeling and the breath is a painful feeling, see you midnight still on the QQ, see you write down after I leave the diary, see you transform numerous mood, how I wanted to run to your side, put you into her arms, touching your long hair, to you said: "good, don't cry, YouHong elder brother in, don't be afraid, I will never leave you......"
My dear baby, you don't know, how much I want to be with you. If you can, I don't hesitate any price to former days, we work together, work together, go home together, together to cook, see the movie with together with wrinkles, number, grew old...... How beautiful! But this kind of happiness belong to me? Never seems to have is far from me, and my sensitive, vulnerable, and changeable let this happiness is far from me......
My dear baby, don't you know, outside of the disguise is because of the strong heart, the choice to let go because of fear of fragile abandoned, I just want to be a man, not replace, and the shadow is not an option, she can look in my eyes, and hold my hand said to me, no matter what you become, I will be with you, I will not leave you, because I like you all, I'd like to you desperate...... But what makes me so requests, maybe is my love too demanding......
My dear baby, you don't know, see you write down of that "the cost of maturity, very heavy" my in the mind have much pain, if it's me, it must be my life can not bear the heavy, I don't want my lover because I was injured tears, if it is so, you can find me, go to my side, give me a loud box on the ear, gave me a wake......
My dear baby, you don't know, and you don't know a lot of things and I have no say to you......

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