One is the happiest thing is that somebody loves you.When you are at my time, I absent-minded,When I come to you, when you have gone.We are always in a meeting to miss, losing a lot of.However, I want to say this is because we are still young.No, perhaps this is our life.From then on, I always looked back the road.
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.