I think I am nothing posture. But many people will have position, for example, hermes bag looked up at the sky, is that you miss the gesture; a person facing the cold air in a daze, your fantasy positions; pick up the pen in a book scrawling Xinshou is the position you are bored ; walk the lonely street, next to empty, are you lonely position. That many people are sad, they have many sad posture, fixed in time in the trivial. Instead, I am, but rather is a free and happy everyone. Perhaps I should really happy. Just my quiet times, sad but more silent. When my lips, and a dismal smile, a quiet silent man, I suddenly found that this will be my memories of the position. I was like the memories of children. I was always quiet, silent, always find ways to escape the noisy place. Then I began to recall the past, think Yankuangshirun. I often wonder whether this is a kind of self-torture. Flee, memories, sadness, pain. I have many memories, strange, people thought it was funny. But they will be bright in the past, full of warm color. Beautiful fireworks at night, quiet discharge; autumn wind and falling leaves, gently hurtled to the earth; evening sunset is not death, Johnny and I traveled together covered cinder runway, pulled behind him as long shadow ... ... Memories such as travel. Finish the journey of memories, canada goose sad cut through the beautiful space and time, accurate sadness comes, everything seems to be a spear. But I can not solve this knot, buckle it very firmly. I remember before the previous, right next to me filled with happiness. Under a hazy rain outside the window, I sat in front of the chin dragging, I was actually sad position