Just as I am lost, I just stumble among the cobwebs of self-abandonment, like a foolishly trained, trampled one who subconsciously desires towards warmer equator - EXIT rarely, if it exists! With their terrible Inquisition words, the Ordinary sermons come and squeeze, they all say, "Your foolishness is now being repaid by the hour of your death!" - And me? He humiliated him as a rag doll for his own good

Love may have twitched, what will happen to it? My only preserved or bonfire manuscripts remember, instead of people’s forgetful, perforated-crater memories, who I once was and could have been on the shady side of benevolence!

They will come, smile, and at the same time say to the Destiny and Fate, who set the target, "We trampled this thinking cattle and tore off their deceived horns!" - He who tried to advertise on burnt papers while he knew and believed that the faithful immortality of thought and letters is eternal! - Many refused to believe:

Even that such a fussy gingerbread, a strange beetle, could redeem the dying Morality for the scheduled slogans of beating heart muscles? Ridiculous! "It was full of smoky smart eggs, pathetic bookworm worms." a lot of foreign thoughts swirled in his brain, and only the one in whose heart the Vulnerability was permanently settled, threw out an anchored!

They laughed at him: Cynically, haughtily, as far as he could, hiding his true pearls - he was afraid he was just a human wreck these days! there is an immature, ribbed rock that is strongly iris-living and not a product of eternity - yet it is a solid mixture from the perspectives of tolerance and empathy!