Time, as he flies, will we have
a rest. A happy moment, we can only cherish. The legacy of just let
heart more painful memories. Gradually I learned to cry, I
gradually learned to disguise. In
this changing world, I understand
the malicious, learned how to
protect themselves. Sometimes, I
think it is not I, not the innocent child, is no longer holding the doll
girl playing house. In change me,
time also on changing the world. Age has left its footprints, in
my memory the some shallow or
deep. That a string of footprints,
there is a moving story, it inspires
me, the past memories in the future
is the goal.