He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Sunday, 1 January 2012
Clear and simple life.
The target is pure and simple, the step is well-planned and sturdy, the heart is calm and confident. I am not worried about the difficulty ahead of me, through the things I processed above, the difficulty and depression can be dissolved. My action will tell. I don't have to attend any hearsay around me, but make the best use of every second, and perfect use of my flair, and not to waste the expectation from my parents, and the talent that inherently born with me. With my best use of my aptitude to help people on the planet. Thank you, I am grateful for everything I have. May the god help me if thou art here.
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