Listen to the songs of time, look for the footprints of memories, and look back at the moment when Iraqis dreamed. Good days are real because of your company. Maybe in the end, who is not who's who, but who was whose heart, that's enough!

Stay where you are, pursue hard, and leave footprints wherever you are. Maybe a drop or two can't make the sea, but I still understand that it is possible. The lost river, depending on the forecast, will always pass. Nothing can compare with the passage of time and the disappearance of running water.

You read his life history, follow his footsteps, feel his joys and sorrows, be happy for his happiness, and be melancholy for his melancholy. You read his words, appreciate his talent, like listening to his jokes, like being close to him, and even feel very happy because he is willing to talk to you. This is love.

When we are old, count the deep and shallow footprints on the road of life. As long as you cherish and be happy, you will definitely fill your eyes. We sincerely hope that in this beautiful stage of life, no regrets will be a feedback to each of us!