The roads we once walked on, those unseen prosperities, those ideal glory will someday meet us, but the ordinary pains whether called love or hurt, are too vague. Maybe you were chosen by those stories, and you have no right to be naive. Even if there's no audience for everything, you are the first to be touched, but we will still believe that until the last minute, there are too many words not from the heart. Whether it's the content of the years, or the roads we once walked on, until the moment you turn back, you might still sigh that your journey continues forward.
