O Troupe of little vagrants of the world,
leave your footprints in my words.
When tomorrow turns in today, yesterday, and someday that no moreimportant in your memory,
we suddenly realize that we r pushed forwardby time、
This is not a train in still in which you may feel forwardwhen another train goes by、
It is the truth that we’ve all grown up、And we become different.
One is always on a strange road,
watching strange scenery and listeningto strange music、
Then one day,
you will find that the things you tryhard to forget are already gone.
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