Dear myself, now pay, will be a kind of precipitation, they will pave the way, just to make you a better person.
Everything in life can be summed up in three words: the past.
It is impossible for a weak man to find a strong reason, but to find a reason to be weak.
When I was young, I thought it was cool to be alone. When I grow up, I feel lonely is a very sad thing. Now, I feel lonely is not a thing.
Perhaps, God does not give me, no matter how closely my arms, still leak; to me, no matter how I would have missed the past.
No matter how hard it is, if you insist on going forward, you will eventually appear.
On the road of life, there is a way for everyone to go, that is when the young detour. Don't tumble, not the wall, do not touch a head broken and bleeding, can make a body strong as iron, can grow up?
I don't think whether can succeed, since the choice of the distance, they only trials and hardships; I do not think that woundn't care, since the goal is the horizon, leaving only the back of the world.
Sad is, although difficult, but always in the past.