Striker continuously, long time ago, but never willing to stop, he knows the front will have something better, so at the moment of bright away from them.

After a long time, the striker continues to run, but he knows that has no any move in front of the scenery, the most beautiful of all by himself in the former one afternoon, when a person stupid waiting for to hold his hand, yet pretending relentless back himself.(The zodiac/astro/)

To run a way finally become memories.