The harder you work, the more luck you have.

She made a mad effort after the breakup.Four years, professional first, party member, dance, guitar.She tried to be the best.And she said, that I may go and see him with pride.March, spring flowers bloom, she ran across half the city to him.Far see his back, summon up courage to call him the moment, but suddenly can not remember his name.Originally, in my efforts to love you these days, I have forgotten you.