You give your hand to me, and then you say hello, and I can hardly speak. My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell. You think you know me well. But you don't know me.-No you don't know the one who dreams of you at night, and longs to kiss your lips, and longs to hold you tight展开全文 原微博
I feel sorry of my heart. He hurts so typically as it is described in the book, crying that he'll die in front of me if another quarrel is started.展开全文
