memory
When i was young ,i don't know what is the troble .I am happy every day .I can't know why i am crying now .I know why i smile ,when i see my mother after school. Time goes by, i am grow up,i can understand more than before ,but i can't find the happy like before .I often sad ,i had more friend ,but not inclde someone who make me smile .I often walk at theirs step one by one ,i am lonely.But they can't see me cry ,they can't see my tear.They just look at me ,but i don't know what they see.I want to return to young time .But it is memory for me.
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