Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.