I went to a place that is familiar..
I found a lot of memory that is belong to me.
laughter, joke...everything..
I have my best friends there...
Today, I finally realise that I did not write and look up the xanga for a long time..
I did not read yours...
I understand everything have passed away...
REGRET is in my heart....I know it is no longer the problem of willingness or desire.
I am only a small potato....I am nothing in this scene....
What I can do, is a audients.