
"Fate comes and goes to return to people and passers-by; there are sorrows and joys and clutches in the origins and falls; there is a beginning and an end point; there is warmth and loneliness in the loss of fate. Fate is a touch of mood, sometimes touching and sometimes bitter; it is a feeling, sometimes longing and sometimes helpless; it is a page of scenery, sometimes desolate and sometimes wonderful. A journey of inextricable past, scattered into the wind, rain, worry; deep and shallow traces of the years, left in the heart, love in the arms; too much walk through the heart, laughed, pain, tears; life, in fact, is an experience with the heart, lost its own sunny days, cherished its own warmth, with its own regrets, gained its own understanding, love has its own colorful. Life is infinite because of excitement, life has no regrets because it has come, be a dancer of life, and walk and sing. ”