Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

All That I've Lived I've Forgotten, As If I'd Vaguely Heard It. All That I'll Be Reminds Me Of Nothing, As If I'd Lived And Forgotten It.

My Past Is Everything I Failed To Be.

My Dreams Are A Stupid Refuge, Like An Umbrella Against A Thunderbolt.

I'd Woken Up Early, And I Took A Long Time Getting Ready To Exist.

If After I Die, People Want To Write My Biography, There Is Nothing Simpler. They Only Need Two Dates: The Date Of My Birth And The Date Of My Death. Between One And Another, Every Day Is Mine.