I don't like myself in the past, you have not you, but in my eyes, your smile, still beautiful. I want to go forward, step by step, who also don't worry yo.

With the passage of time, you gradually become strange, that nobody wants to break this embarrassment. In the end who belong to it, but do not want to say. Perhaps no one knows why, like this. It meet, have nothing to say, their bow in silence, was turned by, who seems to have not seen who.

We are not enemies, not friends, just a little memory of strangers

Maybe this is change, grow Change

The road is straight, very long, need to walk slowly. Don't try to cut the detour, the straight line distance is the shortest, as soon as possible to come out, it is best for you.

Tomorrow is your best future