Sometimes I feel sorrow....But how I can not feel alone. The more grown up the more lonely. I do not know why. I also do not why I choose to learn English. That must be joking. Maybe I have no chose. Life is the answer. I hate to live ina hypocrisy but real world. I can not get on well with the world. It does not belong to me. Where is my stage...? Your destiny can be your doom. I do not believe the destiny. But destiny for me , which is a start. Time remind me a lot. People or other things. People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Last winter, what I kept doing. I love to do so. I wished I could be a art student. A barren land also can plant smart flowers. So tired.