Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains:

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.

As For Me, I Would Rather Be A Worm In A Wild Apple Than A Son Of Man. But We Are What We Are, And We Might Remember Not To Hate Any Person, For All Are Vicious; And Not To Be Astonished At Any Evil, All Are Deserved; And Not To Fear Death; It Is The Only Way To Be Cleansed.

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

The Love Of Freedom Has Been The Quality Of Western Man.