My life now is the endless space, of the sadness and frustration, illusions simple and romantic? 

Is it the end of the day because I did not calming down something, lost something on the way we have gone through and reticence about seeing the road ahead will step up to? 

  My life is known but not the desire, the hope that many of the great desire can not be fulfilled. 

Life is no stopping point. Yes! It is a long road and always bumpy roads by countless others, is an endless cycle of little joys and sorrows long that only in death is the end?