Attempt number one-hundred-and doesn’t look successful —Like a squirrel in a wheel, the pointless Bagua from you? Yourself? Do you think with a grin:of the race so come down or not. But you, like me, run, run in a circle.But only you have the distance own.And it would just only be stretched hand,And the wheel speed has fallen to zero. Tell me, dear friend, you can’t adoloescent the time that is given to us by fate?Silent? Well Shut up Because no one cares That half empty and yours and my glass.