What I Want Is To

No It Is Not Easy To Write. It Is As Hard As Breaking Rocks. Sparks And Splinters Fly Like Shattered Steel.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.

I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably My Own

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.