想念,
渐渐变成习惯。
我以为我很勇敢
眼角的泪水却掩饰不了伤感
站在海水的中央
却望不到彼岸
我有些不甘
我害怕会有那么一天
再想起这个故事会带有一点点酸
我以为。。。
当希望变成奢望，那么会让人更加绝望
因为，梦想和现实
总有那么一些远
There is a feeling.
Have no concern with moon and wind but deeper than friendship.
Beautiful but helpless.
Will be not so sad but little warmth.
Linger and songer.
Very far away but as if very close to me.
In the mind but not on the side.
