Some wound s, a long time will slowly grow, some grievance, it also relieved.
Perhaps the young heart is too soft, can not withstand the wind and the waves.
Life may always have regret, but the future is still good.
How easy it is when you depend on it, and how much it hurts when you lose it.
Sometimes when I say I'm ok I just want some one to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, I know you're not.
The story is long, you don't panic first. I'm here, waiting for the wind and waiting for you.
I want to walk to you step by step,over the mountains, through the crowds of people.
I can wear a robe for you, and I can throw a sword for you.
Life is like a dance, your first steps of the church who may not be able to walk with you.
The unexpected is not necessarily a disaster, but it may be a surprise.
You must learn to grow up, and a man worth thousands upon thousands of horses and soldiers.
time although squandering but was not wasted.