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"More grow up, the lonely." When heard such songs replica oakley , often don't miss the freedom of the past, like water, like the fog. Even once the experience of how deep, now looks so unfamiliar, as if it was someone else ever of the story, detached. Not we deliberately will what forget, just the time is about early will we throw away, in this the snow to months. The stage of history we are destined to supporting just, like a shooting star, and beauty is only after all traveler.

Vaguely will remember when the blue of the sky, will have the stars hung the night sky. Why will remember, probably just because then we so pure, only a distant and aspire to the only sky we sing like song, growing up in lantian, under the stars in the dream. We each had their own dream, doctors, scientists, inventors, and astronauts...... At that time the dream may be pure dream, can't use how long we will forget, but we can think of every day, hope, can be immersed in their own little world, the growth of happy, happy dream.

We grow up, selfish. Once willing to share many of the things now but so "precious". Once we cry to cry and smiled, now we smile smile but cry, have more and more, and lost and more. How many things behind us become memory, how many friends has existed only for our memory. Maybe we don't want to change, but this is the so-called life, we grow up, know to protect themselves, we grew up, and understand the cruelty of society, we grew up, and the fear of losing have, and we grow up at a lonely.

I will suddenly remember, once young frivolous, and don't be afraid of all of us. I will occasionally miss, once pure, innocent we. I also have to want to go back to the past, a review of the beautiful moment. Finally I can only understand, that ultimately became the past, can only memories. And we will also life cheap hats new era , to continue to grow, continue to alone.