We Cannot Steal The Fire.

I Honor Those Who Try To Rid Themselves Of Any Lying, Who Empty The Self And Have Only Clear Being There.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Hear.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.