What do things have to start, develop, and end. It is just that there is a quick, some are slow. In the past four years, the university has been diluted to yesterday's dreams. Today, I don't seem to have enough preparation for the world that is coming.
Who knows, maybe this is life.
When I found that I already liked the same thing, I always have to find a reason for myself. Like now, like the past, I have loved the girl. This reason may be very pale, maybe very puzzles, maybe very helpless, but I believe.
Let me raise a wine glass, facing the wine in this cup, lights through the amber color, and is irradiated. Let me pay homage at this moment, the past and the future, my dull life.
