You can touch a whole life of your own, in the Once Upon A Time In America.

When you desire to grap something more, you lose something make you sore.

As you struggle to be somebody, finally you find yourself being nobody.

To be friends, or to be beloved? To be trusted, or to be forgiven?

What a dilemma. There is no clear answer given to you. All by your choice.

May you spend your life in searching for it. Or may you try escaping from it.

Time flys. You can steal watch but not time. It belongs to no one.

Dream breaks. You can win sometime but not anytime. It is as frail as bubble.

Nothing needs to be confessed, because all has been passed.

Time keeps flying, and dream keeps emerging. No power can change it.

Like flying dusts always have to fall on the floor, life still goes on as before.

May you smile in grace and live in peace.