My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

Back Of My Forehead I Feel Tonight A Whole Sky Full Of Stars. Under A Western Moon. Life Is Indeed Lovely!

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.

Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What I Already Possess.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.