A year will pass, and it will pass in the blink of an eye. Inadvertently, I have passed middle age. How long does such a journey take to last, and it has been a long way to go, or it is still a single shadow. Long road long wait-----
For so many years, I have bound myself to others can not come in, they can not go out of the point, no matter how you treat the people around you, it is always impossible to change people's hearts, rather than this, it is better to be liberated, I am more right to rise from the dead people, no matter who I am right, I am right, I am not ashamed, others do not have to comment.
Others are embarrassed about you, what are you embarrassed about, the rest of the deceased is a relief for the dead, for the living is a kind of suffering, but how many people will care about your feelings.
There has never been a sense of guilt, but it is a dignified inch, what a face to comment. I really don't know how to write the word shame. There is no such thing as family affection, only the supremacy of monetary interests. The terrible devil, the greedy heart, will never have a good end.