Maybe it is just a US bomb singing youth

In the rainy season here, ghostly knew the boys. No longer easily boys hand, male students are no longer easily and play, no longer easily and others pour out one's heart. Even secret love to him Buy RS Gold, but will be buried. Started to learn the rebellious, sometimes skipping classes. Classroom will peek at your favorite magazines on sth

Gradually discovered that we were no longer to be the year alone, ten dollars and others for a dollar, stupid kids, is no longer that hope to grow little ass kids. The growth is in fact a very cruel thing. Increasing growth, changing a childlike innocence, dash matured. In a living reality, over and over again to witness the dream shattered. A desperate dream, young child, for which we tried. Failed, succeeded, everything can open. See, now that's life, not his childhood House.

Maybe it is just a US bomb singing youth. But from which we learn about, experience what is growing, understand what is mature. Youth, please allow us to make. Because that's our personality, embodiment of the young. Youth pride, it can be so stubborn. When one day, we are no longer young, no longer young, but at least we are in that period of time have been living in self.