When one is alone, walking on this path is not so much walking as wandering, leisurely banished
Recalling the past, looking forward to the future, thinking about the present...
Tired of all the talk, used to hide all the unhappiness deep in the smile, even after setbacks, still adhere to the original ideal, move forward but never lose themselves. More and more feeling, life is like a dream, sober again and again, drunk again and again, do not know whether the course of life is a process of continuous injury and continuous progress, do not know a pair of eyes to read the entire life, how far away it takes. In the face of unexpected storms, I easily exiled myself in paragraphs of text.
The exiled self will eventually come back, because it still has to work hard and struggle; because there are still goals and dreams; because there are still responsibilities and obligations...
Well, there are dreams, and the heart is still full.
If the heart is motivated, everything is fine!!