tired

 I said the truth seems really should not say to you, you useless, in return, still silent, speechless, are not willing to swallow my heart, that also does not help, Iquietly enough, then I will not be too noisy, less quarrel!

Looking at the way to go, what to do, or to master it, I slow, call me stupid, my mind is not flexible, the ability of sub-section, met with more failures than successes, mud is forever engraved in my heart, you have to bear in mindlive, good people and bad when, but the results suffer。

Well, give vent to write about yourself piano the best cure, do not say, wrote this, 88 ==lll