A glass of boiled water
A blank burnable disc
this is me
I live in an era where ideals are sold cheaply.
As I watched life begin and end, I once thought that people who were willing to open their eyes to appreciate the ultimate were on the verge of extinction. But their appearance gave me the urge to continue laughing.
He is my ideal pursuit; and he is the encounter under the Leaning Tower of Pisa.