Travel around, especially at the country which are in the dream... I'm not sure whether I have the opportunity to come back. Therefore, even a small piece of paper, or tickets become my collections.
What, about the real life? Is the Bills. When a bill come on hands, we awake. No matter how beautiful of the dreams. Inseparable, bills describe our life, regardless of pain and joy. What I hold, wasted, or created....
I draw my own story, on the story ever happened. My life is my journey. No matter where, it was lovely when I enjoying it...
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