Christmas Eve, my tears falling.

Days, it is too cold, and my heart and body from head to toe is always cold, perhaps too early to sleep last night's original solid, middle of the night, waking dream, opened his eyes from the dark night, no money five fingers, heart also sink to the bottom, it is about suffering and silence, will also be surrounded by layers of my people can not breathe.

Oh, it is now late at night, Christmas Eve arrived, and the public in this day of music, the loneliness and sorrow is a knife deep into the heart to continue, even if the pull out is not blood, blood, only to heart flow, I thought several times, never shed tears because tears River has dried up, no one had thought during the hours of darkness, the tears will be like the Levees Broke river, only zhibuzhu also, the tears just as the cold wind rainwater, have shed, flow through the cheek, sinking them into the pillows, tears, cold my face with my heart is cold, I could not yizhu and sobbed, cried aloud, perhaps, can only help in the darkness I can undeniably scruples to vent their pain and sorrow.

Oh, Christmas Eve, the number of sad how much joy, but have nothing to do with me, accompanied by their own, but darkness brought about by loneliness, lying in addition to their own and his son had been lying where the body temperature of the big bed, I can only any tears long flow, I kept crying, for the arrival of the festival, for the helpless in the dark of night night, no other body for the big bed, for I am lonely. At this moment, my life the most important men, to whom you are warm? Who you are lying on the bed?

"Mom, you do not cry, I accompany you," A childish voice in the black of night is the sound card is the son, is my ren xiaoguida wizard kid, he was my voice awakened sobbed in turn closely with me, for my cold wipe tears, as I lay yijiao from the pile. In this way we are embracing tightly, and, perhaps, from now on, only they can give me warmth, give me hope and courage to live.