Confusion, sometimes is just an excuse

The curtain may have opened the stage in life (D3 Gold), the key is you willing to perform, or choose to avoid.

Confused, origin. Long long ago, there is no language. In the world, very quiet, very pure. There is a language, between the person and the person with the communication, worry, sadness, doubts, but follow close on succession. Not to say yes or no, as now the convenience of telecommunications, language information can be instantly sent thousands of miles away, as long as you are willing to, can talk about the most incisive, displeasure, anger, on and on. Thought, life of a lot of confusion can therefore after snow deglaciation, a lot of pain can also be traced. However, there are still so much sorrow, so much sadness. Why? Because some want and not the exact image, because some of the confusion in the public opinions are divergent. Not looking for a way out of this fear, because some touch to the end of the dark mood ... ... Is lost. Why confused? Always feel, more words cannot reach their own thoughts in the desolate, more expression also saw himself inner desolation. So, our automatic speaking: no one will understand it, no one can be trusted? Sometimes, we even once lost, fuzzy yourself, forget are to where. Those who lost and setting up the mood, like a low Wan song, kept singing lonely sad. A floating melancholy, like slender antennae act recklessly and care for nobody, drill into the pores of the skin, like vines as stretching, the lung and heart wound, let’s stifle, let’s pain, let us numb.