I always thought that life is a hard-taunt road, and my parents supported the hand, I used to be so warm and firm. They have let me have the biggest dependence from the soul in this chaotic world. However, these two hands, no matter how it is unfortunate, let me be alone on the road, because they have their happiness, and their own happiness is to find themselves.
Walking, it is not intentional, the time has been sneaked, the people who have passed, those words, those who have shaken the gods, have already been far away. Those who have thought that they can follow their lives, have also quietly become different from the other.
How fragile modern love is. It's just a doubt, a little dissatisfaction, a little heart, a little more, a love is so unknown.
The road of love, the same time can only be one. Time is a group, always can see the beginning, but always can't see the end.
