Hey, still angry with me? Pleaseeeeee, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't do that. I was so afraid to see your "red eyes" looking at me, like you wanted to give me punches, and more than that. I don't like the nickname "fox" that they call you. It doesn't fit you (maybe it isn't true). But I think it should have give for those who are so so artful, and you, how can you have the ability to get that "beautiful name"? However, I must agree with you that all the boys are big brainy men, if only they could use this "strong point" in other fields... Oh I'm thinking about your smile. How can I say, it's just ... quite far ... but quite near. Someone who doesn't know you would think that you have something to hide him. So do your eyes. Looking into your eyes (don't go too far), I feel it too, strange! Everyone has a private world, a world which contains many things and every little thing of these is very sacred. And it's very difficult to discover those worlds. Perhaps, one person can understand his own only. Rarely did we talk, and we never discuss, either. But it's not just friends must talk to each others, and talking is not the most important thing we should do to understand each others. I have to confess that I don't like ones who have an "empty soul". Some people want to do some big things, some special things for others, not because they want to, but because they have to save their faces. And after that, when they have the "prize", what will they do, smiling or crying? If you were them, what would you do? I guess that you would smile. You have to understand others more, those who are near you, those who are far from you, and those who are around you. Everythings happen now will soon turn into past and becoming souvenirs. Have you ever ask yourself since when we'd have grown up, what should we do to turn back time? We're all going on a same road, no, just like we're all on a same time machine, we're all trying to brake, useless... Looking back, dust is all we can see, looking forward, there is fog. Noone knows the future, and noone can change the past. We're living in the present, but we're not all living with present. Will you answer me when you read this? Sorry again. I don't want to lose a friend like you. I want to lay U down in the bed of roses For a night that I sleep in a bed of nails
