"Reality is too cruel, too brutal. I don't even have the right to dream. As i think of the future, the tears will come out again. Where should i head towards? Even if there isn't an answer, i'll feel better by writing it down. I've looked for a pair of helping hands. But i couldn't feel them, couldn't see them. I only face towards darkness, and hear the sounds of my hopeless screams..."
"Everything that i write down is evidence that i am alive right now..."
