My journey is just like a passerby...
And
You are the beach that full with sand....
Your time and memories are the waves...
Did i managed to leave footprints in the sand?
Did you just wash it away?
Sometimes i don't wish to look back...
But...
I just can't resist it and looked back...
Maybe sometimes i do care...
No matter how perfect a person is there is some imperfect...
No matter how cheerful a person is there is some sadness in him/her...
No matter how strong a person is he/she still need a shoulder to lean on...
Life's Brief Candle ~ Shakespeare
Tomorrow
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow;
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day;
To the last syllable of recorded time
and all our yesterays have lighted fools,
the way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow;
A poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more;
It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
