Memories pressed between the pages of my mind. That’s part of an old song that I have come to love in my twilight years. Memories. One thing I would like to do is find a way to bend space-time back on me so that I could re-think a lot of those thoughts I was thinking as a teenager, and figure out why I was thinking the way I did back then. Memories. Good night and sweet night waves.

Are you kidding me? This is an issue that you need to consider according to your own principles rather than specific rules.

In order to reach your destination, you first need to face thousands of deceptions. But it's worth it, because each grey cloud, each tear, each sweat are ingredients to get you there.

Life grows too quickly; it quickly turns into memories.

In this life, one does not come to dodge bullets.

People know everything until they cross the bridge and discover they knew absolutely nothing.