The heavy bag shouldered on my back. I've left my home town with it. I paddle an old my bicycle. The driver who I met in my way.
"Don't you get on my car?" No it's all right. "Do if you throw that away?" I never done. "What's in your bag?" It's a precious thing. "You must throw that away." I don't think so.
I know what I can get better if I throw this away but I take this. So it's my pride and courage. Even if I the way lasts endlessly.
