I forgot which day, on which wall, I carved a face on the wall, smiling, sad and staring at my face.
Worry also slowly accumulated a lot of things, once said, but do not know from which day to start, learn to put in the heart.
It will be tomorrow for everyone, and it will not belong to you alone. We always think that tomorrow is many, many, many, we do not have to care about it, which day will suddenly disappear, do not worry about waking up one day, it no longer belongs to us. Therefore, we always squander arbitrarily and ignore it with high regard.
Who can predict which day will become the last day, and who can perceive which side will become the last side.
Do not know from which day, we learned to forget. Like the pear in the cold wind, it is far away.
The water is clear and bottomed out. If you do not believe you can go to count the stones at the bottom of the water, the moss will be visible. Of course, you don't have to worry about which day it will freeze.
I forget which month, on which day I carved a face on the wall, and smiled and sorrowfully gazed at my face.
Youth is so sad that it learns sadness in this season. Once there was a pair of wings behind him, and trying to fly was someone else's strength. The first love is gone. I don't know which day it will be until I miss you.
The words of the bottom of the heart are not clear, the long time even forget which year, which day which minute, begins the long person to walk, such as the road after the horizon, the high building that looks up, and the light as the star at night.
On which day could I freely step on the way of return home without any misgiving?
To add a little filtering capability, we will update the code with an mx:HSlider> control, a horizontal slider, which will specify on which day the grid should start the data display.
