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Growth along the way discarded; the way memory, all the way forget!
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Withered flowers, withered leaves, broken dreams residual bridge. Have some kind of non-human to the floor was empty. Only the night which left loud sigh!

Light gray house and the whitening of walls, indoor return Dangzhao sad spin Lu, feeling not seem coordinated. This is like a microcosm of life, monotonous and boring. The night was very hot in May, is no longer silent, becoming very noisy. Flashing lights, dotted the night, just a little less real.

End of the World on the road, maybe there is no end. Off, do not ask the last? I only trials and hardships, all the way north, through the dead to be a visitor. When I stop, give yourself a warm blessing, a brilliant smile. Record my feelings in words, using pen sketch of my life, with memories of good times past collections. Wandering on the road, With a grateful heart, with a curious eye to appreciate the world. The students also suffice!