Choose
Footprints I've walked
always full of thorns
the road ahead
Too rough
Sometimes I want to give up
It's not just the other side that you have to give up
Even more so myself
Since I have chosen the distance
It's going to be tough and rainy
When the plum blossoms bloom
Spring comes and winter goes
Following the scent of grass
Look back
The road we took today
It will be a different kind of beauty
At that time
Youth is no longer a mystery
December 29, 2007 in Beijing
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