Don't ride the high horse. 勿摆架子。

    始终有很多说不出，道不明的情绪。想你，想得那么心焦。一天没有联系。好像很久，好像一年了。半年，六个月，你六个月能回来吗？回来我们还像现在这样吗？忽然那么没自信！！你是我的吗？我在你身上划了属地，起了名字。你也认了。可我依然很怕。

   We're always told, if you want something, go for it.

    Have you ever thought of stamping your personal belongings to show your property?

    Have you ever loved something too much that you wanted a rope, a lock or something to prison it?

    And did you ever lose a kite when you were flying it?

    Love, is kinda like a kite, which needs to fly far away.  Let it go, wherever it wants.

    Love, is a handful of sand, which you should cherish as much as you could.

    The more you want it, the faster you lose it.

    You can do nothing but start at it, and hold it with your whole heart and soul.

    Keep balance.

    你是我的所属物吗？你说，你有坚定信念。而我只是一味崇拜。却没那么自信。

    我的自信去哪里了？无论丢到何处，都不担心你会走失的那种自信？我对你，始终没有那种信念。

    没有许下日期的愿望，我们真个在地球两端，要那么久。忽然觉得半年时间那么久，像是永远。心疼得像风中的泪眼，一边流泪，一边风干。

    我好怕你不回。我好怕你说声再见便永不再见！

    我就像风中摇曳的蒲公英，扎不下跟。

    你想着我，打开电脑，和我说话。我那么安心，那么甜蜜。于是我的这一天，忽然变得有意义。忽然就不再是白来的。忽然就又黑白变成彩色的。

    又是一天，过去了。

    希望明天一样美好地联系。