Meteor tears

If fate can be in their own hands, free to do what you love to do, that this is so good! But the reality is always cruel, good things are always so distant from us. . . . . . .
I do not know what it means to their fate? God gave me my life to survive in the world, what will it mean? I do not understand why so many things happened to me? This does not belong to my age bear all filled my world! I have not even had the courage to breathe. . . . . .
really want to face a deserted desert cry, no one in the corner really want to cry and wanted to indulge themselves once, just once!
good promise in every human heart is cherished a dream, I dream to pay a so-called The cost of really awful, like a demon dead hard biting me, my strength slowly depleted until there are no breathing ,,,,,,, I'm like a lost child
not find my way home, I turned around and left to export, to find that little ray of light, but how to be found. Since then I have to wait longer to find it! Waiting for someone to find me, and then took me out of the dark!
day, two days, a month later, I did nothing to change, still waiting for the dawn. When I saw the leaves falling on the ground, I will always be as sensible and leaves the death that day. When the end of its life slowly leaves at least someone found it, had been growing on a tree, and that person is me!
it left his footprints, no people ignore it. Although it is only a piece of the falling leaves! And me? Came to this world is for what? I did not stay silent just quietly!
I no longer wait, but choose the direction, to choose their own way to go. In front of me there are two routes, one is I am very familiar with the road, the other is I have never gone through, do not know where the road leads. I stood mouth of two roads fork, but do not know what options do? The choice of the most painful frustration than this now!
Finally, I chose the piece does not know where it goes, one can see the end of the road! The wrong choice for me, . . . . . .
smile every day is a kind of camouflage, I feel worn out and tired, and when I regain consciousness only to find that he has done fine leather force. Stood looking around the place is not his own, I can then stick to it? Error should continue to follow the path?
I crept back to the fork of two roads mouth, I would like to re-select, select the piece of the familiar path. But I still do not know where this road will give me what? Is the surprise? A miracle? Or. . . . . . .
but I have no way out, even if this path brings me to still be a mistake, then I would have been wrong forever! I have lost too much, too much. . . . . . .
always so cold, dark night, the girl stood on the balcony looking at the stars. A meteor across the sky, while a tear fell on the earth, fell on the night! Do not know the girl against the wishes of a star, what next? But the meteor left a world first drops of tears. . . . . . . .