... ... I don't know when my life train is at the station. I only know that when I have already found it, I have already in the car. I have to be a life between the emperor. The answer to life is looking for life. I have stopped in a foggy evening in a wide shoulder to think that the end of the station is to find the end of the station. Who knows whether a sad small station teach people sad stations have been in myself The sad little station flashes to tears may be this is the real scenery of the window. No matter how the trains are going to open, the trains are going to open. ... 呜 ...
