向前
And when they leave,they take your life of details with them. You are expected to move on again, but you don't remember what it was that moved you, because no one's asked you in so long. Not even yourself.
Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back.
Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back。
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.