[-o<Years as the water in general, can not forget the left bank of memories, we should cherish the right bank of youth, the middle is transparent flowing sadness.
It turned out that the bird, but the sea, when birds do not fly because of the courage of the past: now I realize, not the bird not the past, but one end of the sea, had no wait.
We all own a forest, we might not have gone through, but it has been there. No people were lost there, and by chance, where people meet. Perhaps we really want to for a long time before they can understand what call themselves the people who worried about is how to do!