Melbourne, the Garden State, is lined with green trees and dusty villages. The sails of the years, the bits and pieces of growth, yesterday, today, we agreed that we would go to the end of the world.
I especially remember digging out a yellowed youth digest among the thick stacks of magazines. There was a passage on it that remains in my memory: If you want to fall in love, you must pursue those beautiful and outstanding girls. Even if you can't catch up and fall in love, you still have beautiful memories.