Everything in the world has its ups and downs, and life is always young.
The dream shrank the water, the desire also deflated incongruous, the traveller of travel and travel, just want to find a home.
Years of joy step by step, achievements in the world and evening.
Life is like March flower, pour my whole life read; To such as flying flowers scattered like smoke, drunk in I do not know time limit.
My moon, never set.
Don’t pick other people’s flowers, just grow up with the right people.
Blame lies too beautiful, sigh memories easily drunk.
Life has many summers, but only a teenager.
In the old days, short feelings were long, but now deep feelings are shallow.
You see this world is not bad, love is not, the sky has not fallen.
Have not met the day, we are good.
If no one accompany you to wander from place to place, then dream for the horse habitat everywhere.
The world is dusty, let me not reduce innocence.
This life is not rush, might as well look at the stars along the road.