16 février 2012
When I received this letter,
There may be too many surprising and absurd.
Walked all the way down when life is no longer a fantasy and dream,
When faced with stress is shallow with the shadow line by stream, I used to lower his head.
Over time, with crowded to me from a door and a window edge,
Ignorant left a young age,
Youth Horn forgotten zhengrong of gunpowder.