If the time can choose, our life will be what kind of situation, whether all good, all things in full bloom. Once upon a time, when we walked out of the house, we were thinking of ourselves as a very successful person, enough to make the world cheer for you, but it was a reasonable world, Just your wishful thinking. In fact, no one in this world needs to be saved, and some just need time to grow, when you have experienced a lot of ups and downs, see through a lot of things, you know the helplessness of this world.The only reliable criterion of truth is always to be consistent. Perhaps, as life looks like this, we every day for life to make concessions, virtually lost a lot of valuable things, some people who care about, quietly can not find the figure, there are some things, in the Busy in the infinite stranded, until disappeared in the mind. I believe that many years later we will suddenly reminiscent of these people and love, but that time to make up for everything may have changed the taste, and even some have become a permanent regret, only with the passage of time and elongated, and finally Disappeared together in this world, never remembered. This is the end of life, the fate of life, we are in the forgotten ocean, trying to find the reason is not forgotten, how ridiculous, but everywhere is not sad. I have written a lot of text, love, friendship, more is life, but I still did not stop. On the way forward, I always believe that every passing through the scenery, that encounter every figure, in the somewhere, have a unique meaning. It will use all the time, to fulfill your story, let you know, a person walking, how hard it is. When the years of the ring, lap around the time into the mark, I learned to pray, in every corner of the city, with the most devout heart, kowtow different experiences, to complete a growth of the transformation. Life is like smoke, years like fog. We are just fog in front of the passers-by, you can not see me, I can not see you, although acquaintance, but not recognize each other, and finally you go you, I go to me, so on the dust. In the end, I suddenly remembered a phrase in a fragment, when we think we are very important when the world began to forgive our naive. I think this is probably the closest to the real situation, unfortunately, we have no way to change ...
