Accept for the last time and is loved

Accept for the last time and is loved
I think 20 year old can American age most in life, but why? Why be so?
Because the family was poverty-stricken as a child, often lose mother love, I with unsociable and eccentric heart would never like to reveal the heartfelt wishes to people. And has grown up into my only sustenance at that time, perhaps thought that someone will ache till that time, someone will lead.
20 years old arrived, but I led others' hands by mistake, loved others' person, the one that just led again is so tight, love so dark, should fortunately, you have never thought of giving up me! Is this loving? Should like? Wish eagerly love such as a child? Have forgotten! Should like, very painful very much? Not that there is now? But why is sad, frightened and also unwilling to miss me? Am I wrong? Wish eagerly until rights of the love mistaken? Make great efforts, let oneself accomplish finer, more sensible, but why be so? At night, I am really diligent, have not you seen? Have ever promised my thing has been forgotten? I am really so tired. Can really matter, I do not blame you, is not what is perhaps is done by me good enough yet?
The sky is still so blue, the wind of early morning blows on the face comfortably, hope more time can be frozen this moment, let me forget all is unpleasant, follow the step of the wind and float towards the distant place; The love that never extravagantlies hope to be paid must be just reciprocated, only ask and leave a smile in a certain small corner that I can bear, not much else!
Because of loving, I believe you say that love I, this commitment that never changes;
Because of loving, I would like to put down all, this wait with no limits of fine long hair;
Because of loving, I expect to be met with you, the twinkling of an eye when hot tears is embraced of this quarter;
Wonder when the love has already occupied the my most important position. Love, to be more accurate, can be referred to as you, even if it is good to deceive oneself as well as others, hollow and misty, it has not been important yet. Just as the heart which is trussing up me tightly of a chain of yours of today, and I have no courage to shake off again, it has wounded because had one's body covered with! Different life
Someone knows that aches after saying the love, will choose to leave when aching, but I love, ache, even hard, all unwilling to wake up; Perhaps it has already been a kind of reliance, a kind of habit, but I can not been extricating oneself in the world of illusion for a long time all the time.
Love even if fall in love with, I want, cheat again oneself, care no more to brush against happiness, even if Heaven give one day such as I only, whom I take tightly too hold you, love you, until snatch me away from your hands in Death!
If you left me on some day, I will not impose you and stay, I will be a good myself again, face, live afterwards again, believe love no longer just, accept right of love no longer, everything devotion one on I can wholehearted only, one right away enough