Just like everything that has passed away from my life, in my words, is the killing of a calf.
I am by no means a genius, nor a madman. Although I always work hard for the sensitive emotions in my heart, I never regret it.
I look forward to having, and I accept losing, until after killing all the little scalpers in my life, I will wither and wither.
Only memories accompany me...
Intention: Life moves forward, memories look backward
