Many people walk on streets, but them only
can feel hot because the bright sun. The troubles form life make human are on
the brink of collapse. Why? People hardly ever want to leave the world though
they are tried. I can’t stand I don’t pay attention the troubles. After lonely
human body, my soul wants to leave the troubles. he wants to live in the
stories about made form myself. Oh! How colourful my stories are! The happy
red, the romantic blue, the sad grey, the dynamic green, the mysterious purple,
the lonely black, and so on. Oh! I don’t want to wake up, how scary it is! But
we are human. We need tell people, we not die. So, I only make the stories when
only myself or with my friend. My friend, I know you know.