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Many people ask me how I feel when I am wandering on the road alone at night, but what I think of is not the loneliness and the long road, but the magnificent ocean and the shining stars in the sky in my memory. Maybe, I can never go back to the past and see the passing scenery; maybe I can never go back to my youth and listen to the flowing youth; maybe I can never go back to the happy time and tell the charming fairy tales; maybe, I should have said something long ago to tell you about the past time. Dreams spread their wings and let us sail far away. But if we meet again someday, how will I congratulate you? With tears and silence? Forget it, pour me a drink, because tomorrow I will be alone.