Everyone has their own trajectory to go.

All along, there is an illusion, that the world is only me alone, today broke it. There are so many lonely and lonely people in the world, how can I be the only one.

Everyone has his own life trajectory to go, whether it is tortuous or smooth, whether he/she is a delay to insist on it to go down, there is a beginning and end.

Why must I chase the time? There is no need for this. Time it never stopped because of me, the same as I just have to do their own, take a good road.

Life, that is, human life, human life, as long as the persistence, can always appreciate its bright colors.