I look back on the past, committed a felony little fool, I want to communicate with him and let him understand, but I can't do this, the boy would not see the, only my old trunk.

"We are all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Look at me.We all have marks on our face. I have this wrinkle here from your first surgery.I have these wrinkles here from your last surgery. This is the map that shows us where we’ve going.And this is the map that shows us where we’ve been.And it’s never ever ugly.