The wind of time:

Can not see the sad and beautiful fading, smell the dark fragrance, although some sentimentally attached, but the scenery around, but the thought is drawn to the present. Go, go, go, go, go. Let the winds of time reign! Not everything can be lost in the wind, not all can be interpreted in a dream, the life boat even lost the voyage, is constantly moving forward. Leaves have branches, flowers to thank the pregnant son, water passes the mark, the change of scenery, the path of life is told! Gradually, I understood. The wind of time, everywhere is a dream place! Dream is not only the perfect memory, but also is not only the illusion, the dream, is the creation of the miracle of the cradle, is leading the life to propagate forward the beacon!