I am a people…
My story started from a decision…
From a chart page, of the candlesticks that were up and down,
And a heart that, with every green and red, made a dream more bold in his mind.
I am a people…
My story began one of the "traded",
With a lot of wish ... with the idea that I can make a future
That smile is carved on my family's face, not worry.
But I'm not just ...
Every man has his own story.
One behind the pheromone, one of the factory heart, one of the ends of the ends ...
We men, we all have a night that no one knows what happened ...
But in the morning, we wake up in the same way
To make our family feel everything.
The trademark is not easy…
Full of ups and downs, like life.
But being a man means a front, with the heart of the pill
Because you know someone behind you…
Because you know somewhere, someone is proud of you ... even if it doesn't.
I am a people…
And being a man means making, even with an empty hand.
That is, fighting, not just with the market ... with doubts, with fatigue, with fears.
Today, the day of the dead…
Not just to congratulate,To be a moment and say:
Warm you ... I saw you ... I know ... I am proud of you.I am proud to be so far you are so far.Happy
