why a pretend happy, wearing masks pretend to be good,in the end how I will not heartache,now you look at me, and I watch you go in life there are too many to bear the pain,many times, let us not put down, in fact, is not each other, but the common memories of the past.I do not need, nor important, to do a fool how good, i do not understand, do not need to understand that I am so old,Be it so。