Steadily,December went.

The new yaer what with my wish for you was
depression.And it was so hasty that
I couldn't found your grief.

For a long time,you just couldn't
forgot the sadly memory.But it was OK,
I will take care for you.

I derives a lot of memory from pluning
over with you.Did your abandon always
made you blubber?

The city December was nerves to
left from my December.

Just like the poet rely to the moon,
just like the tears rely to the face.
but the moon,colud it what rely to?