十四年前,我来到了你的世界,从此,你就因我而改变。曾经的你,好比一团燃烧旺盛的火焰,而我,就像一盆水,浇得你气焰全无,只留下几缕青烟,风一吹,也散尽了。从小我就没给你省心过。小时候我爱美,要梳好看的头发,可是妈妈不在家,无奈只能由你给我梳。可你那僵硬的动作哪是梳头啊,我的头 I came to your world fourteen years ago and since then you have changed because of me. Once you, like a group of burning flame, and I, like a pot of water, pouring your arrogance, leaving only wisps of smoke, the wind blows, but also cleared. I never give you peace of mind since childhood. When I was little, I loved the United States, combing good-looking hair, but my mother was not at home, but I could only be combed by you. But your stiff action which is hair, my head