The late night wind is cold and ruthless, making the night feel dark The cigarette butts scattered around my feet look like my heart Brought up by the wind, blown there, I was there without purpose. Yang Naiwen The love I give If the love I gave you comes back, I will never forget what you said, but you left by lovingsky < Src > said to < Des >: < Say > Author:lovingsky.bbs@whshs.twbbs.org Time:03.09.28 This work was first published in Crazy Young Man