If your life doesn't have a group of best friends, a hangover, a fight, and bloody scenes, then you are really weak.
When we were young, we were all fearless, brave and lonely dreamers.
Time has smoothed our edges and bound your feet, telling you not to dare to be presumptuous.
In the end, we all become legless birds that can only fly forward and cannot look back.
How can a bird without legs return to its nest?