向前
Time is a river that flows backward as much as it flows forward.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
I never look back, I look forward.
Consciousness flows like a river, always moving toward purposeful ends.
I never look back, I always look forward.
I never look back, I just look forward.
I never look back, I always look forward.
I never look back. I look forward.