每天的清晨,人的灵魂是最干净的时候。我总是会在这样的时刻,独自想事情。我们总是在不断地遗忘,遗忘让人坚强。但并不是所有的人和事都能忘得掉,于是我们刻骨铭心地痛,痛得体会着心被撕裂的感觉。然后听见心残废的声音。我是个固执得犯傻的人,总是抱着旧的记忆不肯丢掉,一遍一 Every morning, people’s soul is the cleanest time. I always think of things by myself at this moment. We are always forgotten, forgotten makes people strong. But not all people and things can be forgotten, so we unforgettable pain, pain felt the feeling of being torn. Then hear the voice of the handicapped. I am a stubborn stupid person, always holding the old memory will not throw it, again and again