Memory, can always let oneself bruise everywhere, helpless, can always let oneself go back to shore, is not to bow, or no money does not ask for people, just know that this world is a disguised world.
It is the way to go, it is the words to listen, the way to go more is not clear, the words to say more is not understand, and at this moment the love pulls a line, let oneself go forward, pull a dream but let oneself retreat.
