Life is like a game

Walking in the street, looking at the passersby in a hurry, the bottom of the heart limitless emotion, time too fast, a year after the past, not to recall some of the past. Looking at the winter sun in the street, a burst of warmth poured into the heart, I have been young, white hair has climbed all over the head. In the past, now, in the future, it may only be a step on the ground to make a dream come true.