The Present No Matter What I Brought

I Allowed Myself To Suffer How Jarringly Destructive The Present Feels And How Fragile The Past.

Try, Reach, Want, And You May Fall. But Even If You Do, You Might Be Okay Anyway. If You Don't Try, You Save Nothing, Because You Might As Well Be Dead.

Every Life I Start With Her, My Original Sin. I Know Myself Through Her.

I Always Interpret Coincidences As Little Clues To Our Destiny

There Are Two Kinds Of People In This World. The Kind Who Divide The World Into Two Kinds Of People And Those Who Don't.