Take, the scene of love, for example, your lovers may have been different over the years, whereas there are many things you might also have experienced in the past ac motor. Falling in love is no more than the several specified phases. The flirtation between lovebirds is also simply about the several specified steps. Also the quarrel between the two is nothing but for the several specified reasons. The breakup, or failure in love, seems to bear lots of subtle resemblances to the previous one, too.

Things occur between friends, like jealousy, aloofness, is not fresh. Haven't these sorts of things arisen between you and your friends before? This time, the roles have been exchanged only.

It is not only the people who appear in our lives that we seemingly have known, but also our life. Say you have once hurt the one who was deeply in love with you .And one day you were hurt by the one you were deeply in love with. It was not what we call nemesis, because there was no right or wrong about feelings between man and woman. Nor was there so called circulation. We considered startlingly that all the things before our eyes were out of nemesis, which were merely man's life. The miscellaneous things in our life will originally imitate each other.

Love is like this, so is long or forever parting.

Happiness is like this, and so is sorrow management training.

 in that the things happened were too similar. To be a human will sometimes be fun, because we know happiness will come again due to similarity.


My dream ended when I was born. Although I never knew it then, I just held on to something that would never come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. That is what happened to me.

I always have the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me. When I was young, I would twirling around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard. For hours I would dance as if people were watching me. I would dance so fast that I would forget where I was, until I would hear sounds that reminded me of where I really was. I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying, "I don't know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty, slender little girls. Besides, you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I feel to the ground and wept for hours .