Once naive myself

　　How many people, from no words don't talk about have no words to talk about;

　　How many margin, with a discrete from once meet.

　　The depth of the fate, always near and far.

　　The heart of the changes in temperature, always has been changing.

　　Familiar stranger, stranger walked away;

　　People in love in, people walk tea is cool.

　　In fact, between people, all by heart;

　　Love and affection between, all by one inch.

　　Care, a heart; In heart to heart, is the heart.

　　Someone caring, again far, also is near;

　　Some people miss, weak water again, is also sweet.

　　Someone missing, long night again, also be short of;

　　Someone caring, cold again, also is warm.

　　Freedom is to do their own ?