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 ?