More than a memory

Oh, I looked around and thought: "Where am I?". I walked from one place to another thinking about my life, my city, my family. I am between millions of people. I don't know who are them or what are their names. Someone of them I see every day but I also don't know his/her name or what is he/she doing there. I have a good habbit, when I think about something, I listen to music. So, when I thought about people, that went around me, I accosiated them with music, that was playing in my player. To tell the truth, I made a mistake, when I thought, that people are like books. You look at them and create your own opinion and thoughts about this person. But when you open it you understand truth. You think so too, I think. So, I made a mistake, sometimes when we see a person at first, we think good about him/her, but often, when we make friends with him/her you understand, that this person is terrible.
Last year I met a person, who was good for me and other people, but at one moment he became bad and cheeky. I don't like to despair in people and I think you too. To cut a long story short I want to say that the world, where we live, is very unpredictable. Every day we talk with different people and we don't know what will someone say, maybe he/she will break your  heart tomorrow, maybe in Monday you will make friends with person who will give you a chance to changing and will save your future.