In the morning, I'm squeezing into the city iron to watch the workmanship. I remembered a sentence that you are busy every day is your ideal. I pursue my dreams from going out of the school. I have lost my belief. I have lost my beliefs. I have never given up in pain, I have never been given to the destiny, I have finally found the intersection of work and ideals. If you can't do it, you will be very painful. If you don't like it, things will be more painful and the combination is no longer Pain is nothing to accept, because there is no pain, no desire, no need to be a helpless, it is just a point where it is just a point to see how much interlaced opportunities, so free to current road and opportunity However, there is no passion because the free means betrayal betrayal ideals, the love, love, the resentment, will not be a Buddha three bitter, tell the world Don't hold this, I don't want to say that the cause
