It s hard to live on the road

When life, there is no more poetry and distance there is only one left, in front of me you can choose, quietly... quietly... die one year, two years, ... no one will think of you again, and no one will remember that you have been here you can also choose, humble.. surviving... alive one day, two days, ... someone will squeeze you, someone will remember to ridicule you and make him feel happy select, road you must be at your feet heaven is healthy, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!