Recall

I often wonder if I am wrong or wrong, which is why I have so many regrets... The memory is in the morning, at seven or eight o'clock, facing the sun, such a warm but reluctant and indescribable feeling... The memory is of night, at eight or nine o'clock, facing the dark night, so lonely and regretful, but where did I find the courage to make a decisive decision... Love, sometimes can only be found in memories, is very beautiful, very loving, very...