In this world, there is no one who lacks who can not live.
Those who said they could not live, and finally, survived. Everything is going to pass, and it's another meaning: everything will be forgotten.
Even if, at that time the pain to the people. But also, the last moment for that person died, the next moment will have to live for themselves.
Forget the past, not unfeeling. This world, no one who is destined to be who. Let each other go, from now on, clean break. Horse tread haze smoke to go, like, once smoke willow painting bridge come. Because, if you want to go on, you have to let the past pass.
Then, the future will come.
Perhaps, destined to have a person from their own life passing. Again gorgeous fireworks, also can only bloom in a moment, a thought gorgeous, a read silence. Let the passing people hurried away, so as to free up the place, let the people come, nonstop.
Let the passing people hurried away, so as to make room for the people to come, nonstop to