we already know the truth of the realty. It is crowd, it is cold, but it is real.
Childhood is the dream, children sleeping in that holy place , adults are wake up and feel not so good.
The truth of people's life is real not a story, It is made by some kind of rules and destiny, not any thing is unchanged, there is nothing last forever, only hope can.
Someone who try to writing something, just because documenting is help who proof the existing of themselves , but sadly there could be only prove the time can change everything.
