I've thought life is just easy as a pencil, that after you took mistake, you may delete it. But guess i am wrong. now here i am, quietly broken alone my roof, kept reminiscing those things that seems hardy to lose where i have had long ago.I realize there's no exception between poor and rich in the field of consequences, each of us may experience the game of the imperfect world.

I do believed that life is a portion of puzzle, it's up to anyone's who given up in times of training. life?, I was faint cruel, why?, it was a peculiar question that lies my sense, after the tears flows down like a rain. now i bet, I need a shoe who fixed me this pain.