Monday, April 11, 2011

I am invisible , has been watching you

 I look at you on the line, offline, I do not know what I should do something, I do not know what I can do, I know I'm silly, but still journeying, looking at you, a little bewildered, a little help but, a bit dazed.
I hope you invisible on the Internet, I did not find talking to you, but secretly looking at you. Whether the stars twinkling at night, or early morning sun has just risen, and I hope you steal the Internet. Whether it is hot like fire in the summer or the cold frost of winter, I hope you steal the Internet. No other idea, just want to have to, give up, quietly looking at you.
I do not understand that one of you, why I like so much, I have thought about do not care about you, but I have been almost blind worship you, through your network, I seem to see to your eyes long, shallow smile for me.
along, I long to I have to tell you, the most realistic to talk to you, but I dare not, I'm afraid you'll think I'm cheating on you.
along, I long to I have to tell you, the most pleasant to talk to you, but I dare not, I'm afraid you would think I flatter you.
along, I read from your side eager to appear, the most casual, but I dare not, I'm afraid you will notice my cowardice.
along, I desire to make you feel my presence, the most broke, but I dare not, you ignore the fear that they will encounter.
me through the network, you can clear from the leisurely, looking at you, that makes me feel so comfortable, so gentle. I looked at you that fill in the information, which can meet the little bit I understand your desire. I can understand your feelings, know your feelings now, you laugh, I laugh with you, hearty laughter resounded through the earth; you cry, I'll cry with you, tears welling up in the eyes. Your happy day, I also glad the days you are bored, I am equally bored. Every night, I secretly look at you in there, you do not know.
I can read you, you are so rich, so confident, full of abundance of vitality, sometimes, I can see the warmth pouring your heart and kind, sometimes, I can guess you faint spring breeze cooling off the back, sometimes I can feel your touch of melancholy and gloomy, sometimes ......
I look at you, stealth silence. I do not know when this day is a head, but I know that you are happy, your happiness, that is my happiness.

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