我无法欺骗自己的内心，忧虑的银白还是日益爬上我的青丝。心情低落的时候，最喜欢静静提笔写字，而今如此这样的方式都成为奢侈。总是要牺牲什么东西吧，你太自以为是，太轻狂，还不知社会的残酷。但是生命中出现过的人，就像一条条金缕绕在你的记忆里慢慢雕琢着你的人生轨迹。
Gold wire strands
I can't cheat your own heart, worry is still growing up to my hair. Feeling down, like the pen to write with, quietly now so this way has become a luxury. Always need to sacrifice sth., you are so self-righteous, too frivolous, not knowing the cruelty of the society. But people appeared in my life, just like a witch around your memory slowly carve your life path.
