Summer is over. Tell me about it.

Everyone has grown up, and the gossip shared sounds no different from that played in TV series. I miss the days when my classmates could be chewed by girls in my class for a summer. Ah, summer is over after all.

Summer is over. Tell me about it.

The sky is a place that people can never reach, but it is for those of us who have no wings. But don't you have wings How can you not fly? Although it took me a long time, I finally took this step. Although many things have changed, as long as I take this step, the road ahead will be very long. I will live. Although summer has passed, the sky is boundless. I will keep walking, keep chasing the clouds, and fly like this, representing us without wings and flying into the sky with everyone's dreams and wishes. Please, in this case, we will be able to live in peace. I have this feeling.

Although summer always ends, there will be a new summer next year, won't there?

Third, have lunch with the boss. In the backyard of a Mexican restaurant, it was breezy and sunny, and I really wanted a cold beer, so I held back. Summer in new york is over.

You are always there before the end of summer. Summer is gone, and I shed tears without feeling anything.

Five, there are only three poor seconds before the end of summer, and my red nose is fixed in the last silent light and cannot be dissolved.

6. I don't know whether it is because I am old or because I didn't take good medicine, so I woke up earlier and earlier. It's not even 7: 30 after a long bath, and I even think I still have time to make breakfast. The month I expected at the beginning of the month was not so anxious, but I still didn't do it. Summer is finally coming to an end.

Seven, there are still a few hours, will come to your city for so many years, as long as I think of you, my nose is still sour and astringent, I miss you very much, brother, my summer is over, will my summer come again?

I always think that summer is the longest season. I always plan a lot of things in this season habitually, but the result is always sent away by the heat. When I slow down and think about this summer, I find that it has quietly ended.

Nine, the lotus can bloom beautifully in summer, but it will wither when autumn comes. Lotus belongs to summer. As soon as summer is over, its life is over. In fact, lotus flowers are the same as people. In a suitable environment, it can bloom in the most beautiful posture, but once it is pulled into a world that does not belong to it, there is no other way to go except the end of life.

Ten, winter has passed, spring has passed, and summer has opened a long day. Several sudden rainstorms made every leaf in Shanghai shine, and then summer passed. The gears of time never stop turning. It allows every life to move forward in parallel in the coldest and most rational way. ME company also moved to the highest floor, as if everything in life was bidding farewell to the past. Time can make people numb, awake, let go of the past, or pretend to forget. Actually, this is quite good.

The weather is still hot, and my summer is not over yet. Han Xiao, did you have breakfast?

On holiday, I went to borrow books from her. Riding a bicycle from south to north, I was panting when I got downstairs. She asked me why I borrowed this book after graduation. I said unreasonably that I just wanted to borrow it and return it to you when I have time. She handed me the book with both hands, and the prepared lines suddenly disappeared without a trace. After the summer, we started a new round of three-year life and gradually lost contact. Finally, we lost contact.

Thirteen, from autumn to summer, and then from spring to summer, the last summer, we from beginning to end, and then say goodbye and never meet again.

Fourteen, summer is coming to an end, and in the early autumn, you can take your little guy to see the snow on Mount Fuji.

15. When they stand on the hill together, what they see is no longer muddy potholes and distant snowy hills, but all the places they will go in the future. They sneaked out of the house in the dark, crossed the road and met on that road. On the river pichak, they smoked stolen cigarettes and cried for the lyrics of "Billy, don't be a hero". They talk about everything, and their lives are closely intertwined. At the end of that summer, they could no longer tell each other apart.

Sixteen, the dream is not awake, and the summer is not over.

From long summer to the end of summer, you and I have become memories. ...

Eighteen, summer seems to be coming to an end, I can feel its disappearance, a little bit portrayed in everything. Summer flowers are in full bloom, the sun rises and sets in the west, and we return and leave. In my impression, summer is always beautiful. I like the feeling of summer, and we are all looking forward to it, which makes people immersed in the heat. Stories that happened in summer are always unforgettable. Sweat, tears, love and affection are intertwined, and every day has our own story. When I walk in the summer breeze, the sunset glow accompanies me, as if everything is not so bad. The best tacit understanding in the world is that no one understands what you mean, but someone understands what you say. The happiest state is probably that someone understands you, someone loves you, makes you laugh, accompanies you to do what you like, eats what you want, and then becomes more and more like a child.

Nineteen, this makeup was recorded at the beginning of the month. Because one day I was shivering on the road wearing a sling and felt that summer was coming to an end. After cutting tonight, I heard a weak cicada singing outside, and it was already half a foot in autumn. I'm a little happy, it's September! Finally!

Twenty, I like Bordeaux this year, and finally pulled out a little grass in late summer. Next, we should seize the tail of summer and create more opportunities to appear in the mirror.

Twenty-one, love, from the beginning of winter to the end of summer, has gone through 1400 days and nights, still not out of the so-called fate, still not out of the box left by our ancestors.

22. At the end of each summer, think about another summer.

Twenty-three, listen to others, the sentence that summer is over in Japanese can never be understood literally, it contains many unspeakable meanings. This means growing up overnight. This is a sign that love will end in vain. It is the season when youth disappears completely. This is the dividing point from dream to reality. It is the night when people lose their innocence and become adults. It is also the time when life falls from the unknown full of expectations to the unchangeable.

24. I feel that going to school is a circle, starting in summer and ending in summer, with the class as the center and the semester as the radius.

As long as there is a summer in your heart, it will never end.

26. Summer is over. The wind in early autumn rolled up the first fallen leaf. Fortunately, you have been there.

Before the end of summer, print out the memories and remember the happy things.

Twenty-eight, it's autumn again, and summer has already ended unconsciously. I still like the feeling of autumn, which makes people lazy and comfortable. It's always calm to watch the leaves turn yellow slowly. The autumn wind is blowing slightly. I like to wear sweaters, or thick sweaters, which are loose, warm and soft. Walking slowly in the street, it seems that everything becomes slow and warm. Hand in hand with the person you love the most and walk around the park with light steps. Enjoy happiness, so simple and beautiful.

Twenty-ninth, August twenty-third, summer. The hottest summer on the calendar has passed, and most places are beginning to enter autumn. Autumn is accompanied by harvest and one autumn rain after another, and the weather gradually turns cold from sultry, which may be the credit of autumn rain. After all, there is an old saying: an autumn rain and a cold.

Thirty, suddenly one morning, the era of GDp was completely over. I like that their experience is short and wonderful, just like a dream. From 13 to now, there is not a day when the Spurs are not my pride. Bless my baldness. Then, summer is over.

At the age of thirty-one, I first heard Ma Liang's "The Rest of My Life" as an audition version. African drum combined with guitar, simple accompaniment set off his desolate and magnetic voice, cold and gentle, like a handful of fine sand in the fir forest in autumn. The harmonica has been added to the official version, and Ma Liang's voice seems to come from the night wind on the beach in late summer. The summer of Datong is over, and I am very reluctant to part with him.

The prosperity of the past ended as early as five years ago in the summer. At this point, the two met again on the field, no more flowers and blood, only victory or defeat.

Thirty-four, the summer when I was a student was particularly long, with endless cards and endless barbecue ice cream, sweating like a pig. There is still plenty of time to complain about why summer is not over yet. After graduation, there seems to be no leisure and elegance to feel the summer. Time flies so fast that people are caught off guard.

Thirty-five, summer. There is only one season in the real time of the year. Summer represents everything you can do, the day you can't get through, and the night you can't sleep. Crowding and loneliness only occur in summer, while pent-up restlessness and long loneliness all occur in summer. I always feel that there is still a long way to go. A sweaty nap passed, and it was beginning of autumn in a blink of an eye, and another year passed. You didn't fall in love with me before the end of summer, then you must not love me. summer

36. The summer with you is over, and the dream of the future is over. I will never forget the wish I made together. Please believe that we will meet again in August in ten years.

Lying in Shanghai tonight seems to smell a little Beijing. The taste in late summer is similar to that in early summer.

Thirty-eight, before the end of summer, before the age of eighteen, before the next dream begins, enjoy another song.

Thirty-nine, probably the most summer photo this year. Ah, I sigh again that summer has passed, and I am influenced by Bertrand.

Forty, summer is spring. We met in summer and parted in summer, which witnessed the beginning of our youth, and the day we left you, my youth ended.

They say that when cicadas stop singing, summer is over. Stop at 28.5 degrees. It ends with the departure of birds and the empty playground.

Forty-two, the little girl upstairs will call her mother, and there will be a chill when she goes out in the morning. Time flies. Summer is always special to me. Some things start in summer, some things end in summer, and my summer seems to be over soon.

Summer has passed and autumn has come.

1, summer is almost over, let me meet you in summer.

2, it's coming to an end, and the summer without you is coming to an end.

3, cicadas sing all summer, you only use a goodbye.

I know you in summer, and I leave you in summer, just as the sunshine in summer is bound to be bright and the showers in summer are dark.

No one ever said anything in August. Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.

6. Spring is the nose, summer is the wind blowing through the sleeves, and autumn is the towering sky. By the time I realized it, winter was already over half.

7. When the swallows come back with green in their hands in a hurry in the coming year, will you still bow your head under the camphor tree like the summer when you were seventeen, and then meet me in that long, psychedelic and endless summer?

8. Since you will always miss each other, what is there to worry about? I will remember your profile with a nostalgic gesture. Miss, not miss. At the beginning of summer, the cicada's folded and twisted summer refused to admit that we were parallel lines. Go into hibernation early in late summer to filter out sadness and ignorance. After all, you dyed my summer green.

9. I like flowers in spring, trees in summer, dusk in autumn, sunshine in winter, and you every day.

10, people on land like to get to the bottom of it and waste good time. Winter is worried about the late arrival of summer, and summer is worried about the coming of winter. So they kept wandering around, pursuing an unreachable place with four seasons like summer-I don't envy it.

1 1, graduation is the story of millions of summers, millions of people, millions of different summers, and the same is just farewell.

12, I like summer, but autumn is coming, so I want to like autumn.

13, I will wait for you until the flowers fade in spring, the wind is cool in summer, the leaves turn green in autumn and the snow melts in winter.

14, that summer was particularly hot and that autumn was particularly long.

15, look, it's been two or three years since summer. I know that summer, like you, I can't come back. I don't expect anyone anymore. I know there are too many regrets in this world every day. So, hello, goodbye. I know that summer, like youth, can't come back. So, hello, goodbye.

16, we can't find the bright flowers we missed in spring and summer in late autumn.

17, the year I miss most. At that time, the air was free and fresh, the distant mountains were cooking smoke, dogs and fields, and I slept for a summer.

We still don't know the names of the flowers we saw that summer.

19, all the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain, all fell into a grand death in the summer that did not come from the summer solstice.

We still don't know the names of the flowers we saw that summer.

2 1, you splashed ink on the broken words in the corner, so you rendered a summer without ups and downs.

22. I still believe that stars can talk, stones will bloom, cross the wooden fence in summer and wind and snow in winter, and you will eventually arrive!

23. We should do something warmer than summer with the young people we like.

24. Casual farewell that summer made the parting between life and death slight, and loneliness blackened the days.

25. Those innocent days, those sunny summers, those heartless happiness, did not expect to become a thing of the past so soon.

Talk about the end time of the holiday.

Talk about the end time of the holiday.

First, when the holiday is over, we should start to recall the happy time.

Second, the beautiful holiday is over! Hey! No more delicious food! Ah, hello, no one can play poker together! Ah, hello, my Qilixiang is dead!

Dad's holiday is over and he has gone to work, so he can't play with me every day.

Fourth, after the holiday, I will start working for two days in the afternoon and have a rest again. Lazy cancer cells are almost stimulated.

My holiday is over, and my life will start to get on track tomorrow. New environment, new colleagues, brand-new everything. Let's go

6. I went to Yalong Bay, a tropical paradise, today, if you are the one. For a person who hardly watches movies, I can never find the brilliance of others. Well, my little holiday is over.

Seven, the end of the holiday, clean up the mood to go to work.

Eight, the holiday is over, the children wash and sleep well.

Nine, I dreamed of traveling again. When I went to England this time, I forgot which country's relatives asked me to be a guest. The night before I went home, I saw the train from Copenhagen in the snow, and I remembered that the holiday was over. Then I realized that the plane ticket had been bought at noon, and I definitely couldn't go to London. When I got back, my relatives said I couldn't leave until I got online. Then, I was woken up because the repairman at home came.

Ten, went to Taiping Ancient Street, Pozi Street, Fire Palace. I have been shopping and eating snacks all day. The short holiday is over.

Eleven, the short holiday is over, the defense is smooth, and tomorrow I will serve the people wholeheartedly. Many people haven't had time to make an appointment to chat, so I miss you! See you in June!

Twelve, the annual tourist holiday is over, just two days, so sad, no more.

Thirteen, go to Hubu Lane to eat delicious food. It's a pity that my stomach can't hold these delicious foods. My mother's fighting capacity is basically zero. Next time, if she comes next time, she must find someone with strong fighting capacity to eat this street with me. The short holiday is over and the hard career begins.

Fourteen or twenty-five days' holiday is over, and I will go to work again tomorrow! Save money to buy a bag at work.

Fifteen, the holiday is over, I have been in a daze in front of the beautiful scenery, and I have sent out a lot of thoughts, as if I grew up overnight. Life is so happy and beautiful, because someone sheltered me from the wind and rain and overcame all difficulties. I am grateful for this kind of favor and I am looking forward to the experience that life has given me.

Sixteen, the first holiday at work is over, and I can't adapt to work.

17. I died laughing early in the morning. I thought the five-day holiday was over, and then I went to work and told everyone to call my mother tomorrow. My mother said that my carelessness has never changed since I was a child. It almost killed me.

The 18-day holiday is over, and I haven't even stayed in my dormitory for two days. The person I see every day is my roommate. I am not a homesick person, but when you have no one to date, you find that you have nothing to do but stay at home. You can't find anyone to share your jokes when watching comedy movies or give you advice on playing games. Hmm. That's it, tomorrow is still a hero.

Nineteen, the holiday is over and I will go to work tomorrow. Insomnia tonight.

The holiday is over, and I'm going back to work. I have to hurry back.

Twenty-one, the holiday will end in ten days. Ah, ah, I don't want to go back to class.

Twenty-two months of yellow hair, two months of vacation is over, and I have to start working again.

Twenty-three, after the holiday, I returned to Shenzhen. Thank you for your hospitality. Start to re-enter the work mode tomorrow.

The holiday is over, be happy. Live actively and work hard. I haven't finished reading Ode to Joy, so I have to keep working hard.

Twenty-five, the holiday is over and there are still many things to do. I hope everything is all right.

I lost 57 yuan today, but fortunately my brother's holiday will be over tomorrow. The baby has arrived home. From today on, don't talk to me about mahjong. If you want me to play mahjong, please tell me how much money you lack!

Twenty-seven, the holiday is over. I have to get back to work. It's funny to think that after playing for so many days, you will get paid again in a week.

Twenty-eight, the short three-day holiday is over, and I finally became an online celebrity.

Twenty-nine, anyway, I'm back in this miserable place, and my wonderful holiday is over.

Thirty, the short and interesting holiday is over, the trip is full, and I am very tired when I return to my room at night, but I feel very comfortable! Can we make an appointment next month? Little friends!

Thirty-one, the short holiday is over. Although the result has long been well known, there is still an indomitable heart. I met my old friend and drank beer. No regrets. Goodbye to this city that once fascinated me so much that I don't even want to come back in my life. See you again!

Thirty-two, the happy holiday is over. I finally got around to playing ball today. I was accidentally caught on camera. Look at these moves. There really is no one. I will start training again tomorrow.

33. The two-week holiday in Brisbane is over. Unlike Melbourne, it is warm and leisurely here. Perhaps because of the tourist city, the price here is a little more expensive than Melbourne. The charm of the Gold Coast is beyond words, and can only be understood by personal experience. Goodbye, beautiful Brisben! Go home, beautiful Melbourne!

The boring holiday is over, and the working day that drives me crazy begins.

Thirty-five, Little Witch College is super beautiful! Ah ah, I really want to draw a fan, but the holiday is over and qwq is sad.

Thirty-six, the holiday is over, and I stayed at home for three whole days after hearing interesting stories about my going out! This is what interests me most. Alas, I always get hurt.

The 37-day holiday is over and I am very happy. At the same time, I wish my sister a happy wedding and a happy marriage for a hundred years.

Thirty-eight, life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance. Enjoy the present with your heart and fight for it. The holiday is over.

Thirty-nine, the holiday is over, and I have to devote myself to intense work again. I will work harder and everything will get better.

Let's meet again after the talk.

Let's meet again after the talk.

First, I feel that I can't dance the day after tomorrow. Let's get this over with. I am looking forward to the appearance of the beautiful white former god and hope to see the interesting part of meeting again. It will be sweet afterwards.

Second, the cold wind is rustling, the four seasons are like spring, the south comes to the north, the water comes to the east, and the air is filled with flowers, fruits and love. Where does the story begin when the music starts? Music, where does the story end? When we first met, the story in memory began. .....

Thirdly, I am very excited to play well in the magical football world. 1998 or 1999, Fan Jiaer Barcelona 3-0 Hiddink Real Madrid, which directly led Hiddink to end his coaching career in Real Madrid for seven months. Today, more than ten years later, the old enemies meet again in the Premier League, but the danger is that Fan Jiaer doesn't want Fan Jiaer to leave. I want to see him win the championship with piggy.

4. When we fall into a fruitless emotion and violate the expectation of this emotion in our hearts, things will be very painful, and we will feel that love is a heavy torment, but our hearts will not die. Unless we change a kind of thought and emotion, we must change this object first to end the pain faster, but changing the object can't eliminate the karma, because another kind of encounter with love begins, which is a painful cycle, so the pain is inevitable until we die. And all our blessings for change are not external lovers, but good knowledge, a guru and a classic.

It was a great fate to think that the world was so big that we could meet, but in the end, we felt that the world was so small that we could never meet again.

Sixth, efforts, efforts in all aspects-to yourself. It's not bad that a meeting that shouldn't have met ended like this. Keep walking alone, no longer afraid of losing, there is always someone waiting for me at the end.

I haven't been online for more than seven years. I met silly when I was surfing the Internet today. I feel so familiar when I hear the fork! Forget it, I haven't been called a cross (xx) for four years. I heard that she is a senior in high school and has no boyfriend. I heard that Jelly is getting married soon, but I didn't hear about relationship and happiness. Junior high school began to meet every day, but it was also the end of senior three. What a wonderful adolescence.

Eight, from the time we met to the time we ended, I was still slowly letting go. The most direct thing to meet you is to hope to live a little longer, so it will never be enough for me to be with you all my life. Miss you, either unwilling or regretful. Because before I met you, I didn't open my heart so much to love someone. When I don't understand love, I want to think better, but I lost you. I hesitated, and then deliberately avoided all friendliness, just because there was no one like you. I'm afraid I won't meet anyone like you again.

Yang Lan and Mei had a wonderful evening. Wake up in the morning, Yang Lan has left. So it's over. There was no contact for the next few days, and they met again in a bar. Finally, ........

Ten, some love, inadvertently, unforgettable; Some people, inadvertently, meet; Some things, inadvertently, are over.

Eleven, let's go, never come to this place again, even if it comes, it is another mood! ! Suddenly a little reluctant, really. . . . . . There will never be such a person again. . . . . It's over. I can't even say goodbye. What's the point? I am just a passer-by, unless we meet in another place. Maybe it's just my self-love. Maybe people don't care. . . . Forget it, hehe

Twelve, the end is because of the beginning, the failure is because of the struggle, and the breakup is because of the meeting. good night

Thirteen, from the beginning to the end, from meeting to getting to know each other, bring us deep affection. As long as dad Dong is around, you basically don't have to walk on your legs. Dad Dong's hug is the best direction navigation!

14. The one-month holiday will be over soon, and we will part soon. It's very satisfying to meet you. Thank you for getting along. I am tolerant, patient and spoiled. In the past six months, I have occupied my life little by little. Lost people will not be found again, but what is in front of them is the most precious wealth.

Fifteen, the beginning of every relationship will always end, but the end time is unknown. Meet and say goodbye.

16. I don't know why it ended like this. I have mixed feelings now. I've thought about ending it in many ways. I never thought this would happen. I don't know how to describe it. I think it is easy for people to know and understand each other. Why did they finally push each other hard? This result is what everyone doesn't want to see, and it is also what they can't calm down for a long time (I didn't tell them, let it out here).

Seventeen, I was supposed to perform with you, but I was changed. I watched your performance quietly, didn't speak, and finally ended. At a fork in the road, we parted and met again. I called you, but you ignored me. This dream. . .

Eighteen, dear, finally came to today, understand your disappointment and helplessness, understand your efforts for us, persist and tolerate, and really love you. . I just want to ask God, if we can't be together, why should we meet and fall in love in the vast sea of people 12 years? At the beginning of the dream, we were far apart, but we missed each other very much. At the end of the dream, I was in your room but I didn't want to meet. . From now on, I can only live in the cemetery with your dreams.

Nineteen, the Book of Nine Families ended like this. It's so sad. When Ripple died, she cried miserably. Fortunately, Jiang Zhi and Ripple meet again in modern times. I'm looking forward to the second film and hope to make a sequel!

Twenty, I feel that the cycle is coming to an end. When I was in middle school, we kissed here, which showed our intention, but we separated, but we met again, then eloped, got married and came back here. If we kiss here again, we think this cycle will end, don't we?

Twenty-one, time precipitates in the subway that flies by. The story begins with meeting and ends with meeting. You never know who you met and who you missed.

At the end of every youth film, I miss her throbbing when she first liked her. Ending is just another way to start, but when we meet through the crowd, we are finally abandoned in the sea of people.

Twenty-three, alone. No matter who you are, you should learn how to speak to make people feel more comfortable. Talking directly hurts people without thinking. Don't take this as frankness and personality. How selfish! Love didn't understand until the end. It was better to turn around and rub shoulders when we met.

The story of someone and a little bit is over. I haven't even touched the village of conscience.

I remember meeting you in the summer when the college entrance examination ended. In the past six months, because you were busy with the announcement, we hardly had time to meet. You are a very Asasi boy, even when recording programs, you are full of words with unknown addresses. I still remember the way you sang a rainbow for me on the piano with glasses. Your eyes are always full of stars and seas. We have experienced a lot since we established the relationship and you proposed to me today. So, my answer is I do.

Twenty-six, it's over, it's started again! Say goodbye, goodbye! Life is repeated between this endless parting and meeting. Everyone has different scenery and tells different stories. When you look back, you must thank you for your hard work. You have to understand which is more important, hard work or regret?

Twenty-seven, when I really want to start a good holiday, the holiday is coming to an end! Anyway, I am very happy. Every encounter is unusual. We met by the roadside, walked through the college entrance examination together, and slept next to each other during military training. I think it's very good now. When we meet again, we will all be better!

Twenty-eight years old, the end of the last pre in college, also ended my college. It's really emotional and sad to see my whole university filled with a small USB flash drive. Growing up, I always kept saying goodbye and meeting again. I sincerely hope that everyone who has walked together must come on. See you in the graduation project.

It's great to see Lao Zhao. In the year when I was about to go home and end my drifting in the North, we met in a restaurant called Miao's the day before Singles Day, and then we were together without shame.

Thirty, the book of nine families ended like this. Fortunately, we meet again. Fortunately, ginger's time can flow again. Fortunately, we met in the cycle of ripples. Fortunately. May you continue to live in the story.

Thirty-one, although this winter vacation is very helpless, I have to be busy for many days to repay the kindness of my loved ones, but I will feel lucky for myself. Close contact with upper-middle class families, seeing other people's platforms, and learning a lot, ended the lost state of nearly a year. I'm glad to have this meeting and acquaintance.

Thirty-two, 20xx years are coming to an end. Count the days with your fingers. Meet, dissolve, meet again, dissolve again. In the middle of the night, I think Mistao once said that the better we are now, the weirder we may be in the future. Grandpa, did you laugh when I showed you the past? Well, I'm such a fool. I want to leave it in my memory in a special way. Whenever I see something related to me, I know, well, that's our little dance.

Thirty-three, lazy candlelight, colorful and lonely shadows, lining the window, playing with treasures, the upcoming New Year, we met for the first time.

Thirty-four, a song, I didn't understand the joys and sorrows hidden in those words until the end of singing; Drink a cup of tea until it is dry, only to find that the bottom of the cup is full of people going to the building; A road, only to find that once thought there is no direction at the end; A person, until the end of love, understands that it is better to turn around and rub shoulders when meeting.

Thirty-five, the encounter of a rain, the ending of a rain, the beginning of the story is too beautiful, and the end is too intoxicated. I once naively thought that it was inevitable to finish what I started. Now I understand that there is another word that I can't name. Because I have no courage and self-confidence, I let the wind run aground, leaving behind my thoughts and obsession, leaving a beautiful and safe life.