When you show up, it seems only you and me left in the whole world

I think of you,wherever I am.When I'm alone,you are the main character of my mind.I am...jealous of you.

Am I stupid,or just scatter-brained? All those happiness and worries have existed so clearly,how could I have completely forgetten them?

After all,everyone is simple and normal.Everyone is kind,afraid of being lonely,play a few trickes here and there,hoping that other treat them nicely,but too lazy to give at the same time.

When I'm at your side, it is a button inside of my body gets turned off with a ''pop''. If you know what I mean ....

Spring tickles your nose

Summer whooshes through your sleeves

The sky stands high in the fall.

By the time we realize,most of the winter has passed

If the person you like doesn't like you, Wouldn't it still be lonely even if the whole world loves you?

If you can;t find it,don't be too sad. We can't always have what we want...it's iust life.

We will all grow old with the passing of each day ,and die. Isn't that great?

Some people are looking for something else,and some are looking for themselves.

Some are looking,but they can't even tell what they are looking for.

I don't know how to love you. Looking at you is the only way I know.

The thing that we persistenly chase after now,will become unimportant someday

I want to travel to the past,and hold you tightly

I want to find a box,store all the moments that you 've touched me. When I don't like you as much,I can take them out and remember.

hope to have a car in front of me to follow when I'm lost; I hope to have a blanket to snuggle into when I'm cold; I hope to be close to home when I have the stomach flu; I hope to have great stretches of time to sleep when I'm tired; I hope to have you watching me gently when I don't know what to say; I hope to know to stop in time when I'm not being good; I hope to know that when I'm feeling lonely,you still love me.

Those of you who have been silly with me, have left make on me. Should I press forward until I find you again? Or turn around with a smile, becausewiser from now on ?

The distance between the me from before and the me right now, is filled with all sorts of little things. All of them, are the love you've given me.