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.
Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, the power to retell it, rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as they change, truly are powerless, because they cannot think new thoughts.