We do two things in a lifetime.
Walking in the road of choice
No walking life, lack of vitality of life
There is no choice, there is no trace of their own
No matter how you choose
There will be some people who have some scenery with you.
The road is near or far
Time or long or short
Need us to cherish
You like the sun, blue sky, every act and every move, rendering, fill in my heart, your smile is sunny after rain, as if a kind of throbbing.. Like to look into your eyes, like in the heart of the wilderness, and you lingering. Time flies, not romantic. When we were young we grey-haired, memories, your face, whether there will be a faint smile. A smile, is a kind of satisfaction, the heart has been satisfied, happiness is on your side.