They said a man who fall in his lowest life is the end of the world. But the statement seems incorrectly for me, or correct? Born as a prospectful and full of hope from everyone, I’m twisted as some suffering existence, pain is my daily friend, near to my vein. All of what I should gained are lost, blocked by my own body limitations. I feel that every face in this world is just a first layer of untruth personality. Everything always changed. I realized I am I. Now it’s time to change, or re-change.

Your weakest peak is your strongest point. An in between of good and evil is, an angel hearted demon. I never know of myself, as this essence of universe is still under mysterious fog, when the doom unreveal the history of mankind. That is why soul of arrogance still available to death.