Time is like a wheel, in desperately turning, we don't know what to stop, or it should not stop.
Or should not believe that four years of university life is over.
Or should not believe that four years of classmates are like strangers.
Or should not believe that I am still in order to work for a few months for work.
Or shouldn't believe that getting up at 7 o'clock in the morning and then followed a big bunch of people together to go to the bus and then go to work.
Or should not believe that talk about a large number of English documents to the US Technical Director,
Or shouldn't believe that the last year is still single, I already have a girlfriend of primary school teachers.
Or shouldn't believe that my girlfriend wants to marry her for two years.
But the fact is like this. It is pushed forward, every end is accompanied by every beginning, what is the end, what is start, and finally all things will only have a process. End and start just relative.
