Trigonometry

I used to see through the window train when it moved fast .My younger dreams scattered in the rice fields, among the trees and small rivers.My imagination ran freely to the fog and sky and the machine vibration.Some passengers looked poor and dirty.

The childhood pages have not been finished.There are missing links beetween each phases .How to break the unwanted parts? And add some more which ever possible,?

Do you believe that wildness is a lucky draw for anyone who brave to break the rules ?

I remember my yesteryear schooldays.I was crazy about a song of Sam Cooke.Please peruse the words.It was my imaginary schoolmate.If only some one felt that way in me ..

In fact ,l had no friends..then l create an imaginary one .A kindhearted pal who always with me ,talking and did many different things with different places to go .

At highschool this imaginary peer saying this ..

*Don't know much about history

Don't know much biology

Don't know much about a science book

Don't know much about the