A girl like me, I put out my hand, still do not grasp. I’m a November girl I was taught to think before act shirt. “Hard stiff neck”, determined to let his hands cold, do not want to borrow warmth from anyone. Is every November girl so strong and so stubborn? You make a lot of boys arguing about how you are a girl? Naïve, childish or mature, “adults.” You tell me how big your heart is, how big you have hurried to remember all your love and when broken, I still resist “overcome” and overcome. What do you do to the “landing”, you are stronger than what people think of you. But if there are times tired please keep quiet with your heart offline. Be open-minded as common sense. Around you there always people willing to hand it to you.
So that you rely on every time you ache. November girl, I love you so much! Sometimes you are as gentle as a bunny, sometimes like an eagle flying wide wings that dominate the heart weary waiting. Sometimes I’m as innocent as a candy, sometimes cold as if touching my hand will instantly ice. You make people quarrel quarrels to see where you hide the sadness in that way? You make people dizzy to see her hide where the depth of that. Last November, beautifully radiant and began to blow candles only. The girl who as independent as she said a rose with thorns, not a single bit. What do you wish tonight? What do you wish when the last candle died.
