I saw those days seems to be the loneliness and solitude, back and forth on the thousands of days for the thousands of spin, watched the walking ripples slowly push away, fade away in a corner of the sky, the rest is just some faint light hanging,, also thought about the future of the future, in the face of the life, is a more anticipation and desire, is less a stray and helpless.
 
My pen and narrates our lonely here, living in the moment, records of the future. I wrote to the real life of the respect and understanding of the future. I write is the pursuit of the life attitude and bearing of loneliness. Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of Opus One attitude, what you don't know in the past.
 
Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of regret, you never know now. Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of cry, you did not know the future. Looking back at your lonely, when three thousand world records in the future.