Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Literature Has Become My Life.

But What Can Be Done, The One Who Loves Must Share The Fate Of The Who Is Loved.

Just Like A Murderer Jumps Of Nowhere In An Ally, Love Jumped Out In Front Of Us And Struck Us Both At Once

Why Try To Pursue What Is Completed?

The Tongue Can Conceal The Truth, But The Eyes Never! You're Asked An Unexpected Question, You Don't Even Flinch, It Takes Just A Second To Get Yourself Under Control, You Know Just What You Have To Say To Hide The Truth, And You Speak Very Convincingly, And Nothing In Your Face Twitches To Give You Away. But The Truth, Alas, Has Been Disturbed By The Question, And It Rises Up From The Depths Of Your Soul To Flicker In Your Eyes And All Is Lost.