No surprise in the expectation, no fairy tale can make Cinderella into a princess of the crystal shoes, no that can accept countless flowers and applause of the stage. We are as ordinary as the old, what we have, just that a flame like passionate heart. Not do not want to live in style, not do not want to rebel, let go, not want to defy all the crazy pursuit, just in the dream and the reality of the moment, I see the gap between them, I understand that I have not made that pass to freedom, so I chose the reality, after all, I tend to be more realistic warmth. And that splendid dream will never wither, forever treasured in our memories, that is a dream belonging to the spontaneous youth.
We sing of youth. In fact, youth is a song, ups and downs, or sad, or happy, hazy, but memorable. Each of us is interpreting this song with great care, leaving behind an unrepentant youth here.