蘋果日記

All of us live with those memories,
and breath with the love, happiness, sadness everyday.

I woke on the street, and I found those stories we had,
it's so beautiful, and memorable.


Under the memories, how could we to face them?
To remember with smile?
To try to forget with unhappy thought?
To avoid the talk and ingnore what we had thought?


I live with memories and be happy to remember.
And you?