17-year-old you look up at the sky, looking forward to working side by side with God, the mood to say to everyone today. 20 years old you ordered a cigarette, vomited a confused circle of smoke, smiled and said that there will be tomorrow, 25 years old you elegant, eyebrows between, only pocket can not draw a paper roll, calmly said "after today, 30 years old you fat circle, around People are far away from the sky, she is not beautiful, but contracted Chaimi oil salt, you are like the former teenager, not a trace of change, 35-year-old son sitting on your shoulder, you have been used to calm every day, smoking cheap cigarettes, spitting turbid circles of smoke, you began to regret, Young waste of those things, your mind is looking for those memories of the fragments, but some things, you can no longer find, in your dream of the top of the clouds, that is your righteousness, side by side with the gods, you smiled, smile is you can not go back yesterday.