You are only 25, you can be anyone you want to be.
On the road of our life, we keep walking but only to find that something or someone disappear like the wind before we could notice.
I feel relieved and happy as long as my fridge is full.
Compared with running, I prefer walking. I am attracted by the scenery wherever I pass by and obsessed with the feeling of stop-and-go.
It was the first time I came to find that my parents can never be young. But it is in fact the nature of people. Though I can feel their aging, I did nothing for them.
We lose as long as we live. But time will heal and teach us how to forgive.
Perhaps she is at somewhere I don’t know recalling memories I do not share, singing along with the song.
When mom suddenly comes into my mind, I will cry, or I will smile.
Going with the stream and then falling into deep regret is a vicious circle that I am usually caught in.
I wish the progress bar of my life could move more slowly that I can spare no effort to walk to the end instead of running after time.