Tomorrow's stories are all mine. They are mine. The so-called happiness. I have learned to make choices. Your back is as far away as mist. I will no longer look back. When my steps are bound by memories, I run across the desert. I don't want to become small. I can't find myself. It seems that someone has put it in my pocket. There is no sky. Tomorrow's stories are all mine. They are mine. The so-called happiness and joy are more than one. Beautiful. The fallen leaves of spring, summer, autumn and winter are mine. Only after experiencing it can you understand what dreams are.