This thing is like a sad story

I will never be able to tell you, It seems that this way is also lost, bad and serious condition, I don't even think that this life has been there or not? I cry thinking of this, Who understands this question now, Everyone says that you or you speak, I don't even think that this is adorned. Thinking about it, our condition becomes miserable, Here it is still said that the goods to the girls, As if we are in tune and rhythm, And never counted hair. I don't even feel like my soul Tea and biscuits are taken in the morning, Looks bad and messy, Always felt uneasy.