This Sunday, one of my childhood friends is going to his marriage.

How long time had I not seen him! Last time I talked with him face to face is maybe two years ago. The sun shining bright childhood for us all is just as vague as a dream. But I know, I must attend the wedding ceremony. So from now, I begin to worry about my capacity for liquor again. Do I feel happy? Or do I feel a little vexation? Maybe both.

I believe the girl doesn’t look beautiful enough for my friend and with a poor family background. Well, what’s matter? If he really loves, love dominates everything.

Considering his marriage over and over, like my own wedding, makes me come to the truth that I’m not enough young again. The fear catches my mind. Despite the rule of nature, I’m scared of turning to old and going back to dust. Ridiculous? If life can never end, how glorious would it be!

Hehe, at least, I could still smile enough bright just like the time we were children. Because times fly and take so many things away, but my heart and soul remain.