I’m not clear about things except I know I’m dying.

I once wished to the things I wanted are now vanishing.

I’m drunk yet I realise I can comprehend what the literary works.

I’m going to read Homer and republic.

I knew nothing better than I’m a deviant who should read since no one in this city is able to read through them.

I ought not to breathe under the main stream because it’s superficial.

I’m going to seek my own way out regardless of how fate treated me like nothing.

I will soon find my 居場所

Time is limited so hurry up

For the sake of everything just never sublime to idiots