Sometimes something may not be our expectation, but the most important is… there is always someone would know the truth. No matter how you say or how you represented the fact, there is always bias. I don’t care, I really don’t care…

History never be back again
It becomes a memory
An imagined memory
Why memory must be beautiful?

Today is open day,
I was extremely happy,
I don’t know why…

When will he be back?
When will it be over?

Shouldn’t think so much…

This is my last post in this diary…
From now on, I will change to a new address,
to start my new life…

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