maybe it is time to tell our story, like it should be told it's a story about early mornings and sleepy head, one that stretches way beyond the nine to five, and that never ending race against the clock. the school run, traffic jams and goodbye. it's about walking down any stream and never feeling far from. it's about struggle and sweet interest and hope it's a connection that is making all the runs just fine. we are there, we fight and we cry together, but we say, 等一等and fly even higher。
we are the writers of the line that make the story of our day, the line that make tomorrow story even better than today. 你来跟没有人,我的手。
the new police are so a better way. twitter, always a better way.