I've never imagined my best friend Hawk's article to be so sentimentally impressive. 45º Sunshine, will it still be the same when everyone has grown into the person he or she has ever dreamed of. If we have ever been in the touch of that friendly blessing, we should consider ourselves as the happiest ones in the world.

    I've met so many people visiting so many places. All that has left a good memory in my heart is flooded by the madness of the flesh world. Once they've flew away from me, I'll go on searching for another. But can anyone ever get rid of the memory of their best friends?

    Watching from the window sill, I can always peer kids like whom we used to be. Cherishing the triumph and loss of reputation, corruption erodes the angel in everyone. Hopefully we can survive from the murder, and survive to be brothers and sisters for ever more.