Like everything else that has passed out of my life, in my words, it is all like killing a little yellow calf.
I'm neither a genius nor a madman. Even though I keep struggling and exhausting myself over those sensitive feelings inside me, I have never regretted it.
I look forward to having things, and accept losing them. Once I've killed every little yellow calf in my life, I'll wither and fade away.
Only memories will keep me company...
Theme: Life moves forward, memories look back.
