#youngfella

Young fella has grown up, trying to find his ideals in this concrete jungle that full of unexpected things. The further he runs away from his youth, the easier he gets lonely – did you notice that?

The young fellas met up, it is unpredictable when to gather or to send off – they vent about hardships, and talk about the old times. Those broken-down fragments from the memory, resemble into these interesting stories – and the yesterday that we yearn for.

His matured face has added a share of doubtfulness, he even finds chortling childish. Only realized that good times often quietly slipped away after saying goodbyes, with a lot of classic moments vaporized.

It is inevitable to act brave in reality, and became the man who does not know how to cry and does not want to laugh. Yet nobody cares about a living wood-carved puppet. How ironic humans are. Is there something or someone that you still care in your life?

Young fella has experienced life. Settling and persisting over the years could only write a fragile poem in the End of Time. Feels like suspending in the Mulberry field, he closed his eyes tightly and admitted that he missed all the things in the past.

It is inevitable to act brave in reality, and became the man who doesn't know how to cry and doesn’t want to laugh. Yet nobody cares about a living wood-carved puppet. How ironic humans are. Is there something or someone that you still care in your life?

The person who would cheer for you is no longer in your journey when life seems worthless to strive. Grew up then escaped from Eden, the shiny stars have silently passed by – be carefree and keep on composing your story.

It is inevitable to act brave in reality, and became the man who doesn't know how to cry and doesn’t want to laugh. Yet nobody cares about a living wood-carved puppet. The most important thing is learned to appreciate things during the metamorphosis.