I am always inlove with realism. Maybe that’s what keeps me to move forward easily that even in the slightest pigment of regret can’t track me down. And maybe I just tag along with “Life goes on” belief.

We survive by remembering, but sometimes we survive by forgetting.

I had never understand what’s there to keep still. I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can never hear.

All I have in life is my imagination.


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