This world, perhaps, does not belong to me, or in other words, I do not belong to this world. Who am I, two different bodies, memories of three different lives, which one do I belong to. Everything in the past is like a phantom. Maybe, I never existed; maybe, I exist in every corner of this world. Once, I thought that I was just a pure person, simply living a short life, but I was lost in the confusion of whether I had a soul. The only thing that was certain was that I had love, even if I didn't have a soul, I had love, and I had relatives, friends and lovers. I never thought about giving up on them, but I decided to let go. Maybe, letting go is the real possession...