A monologue from a spirit that has no idea without fighting

        Living in a generation commonly imbued with behavior and values which is particular about efficiency, breeds innumerable civilizations and transitions, entering- higher school mechanism and conscious of screening, after been sieved out distributed to a simple high school that those life will be filled with hormone of the same sex in the coming-endless three years. To become a person who is able to have country and social responsibility on one’s back, here comes the sense of self-respect and expectation with amount of attempt on the risk of losing oneself in the future.

        Diving in the world of literature, I sank in the environment among the sense of sight and realizing. Without getting appropriate communication with the society by any single language, art gain frames or semicircular canals to create a wonderful amazing paradise with fantasies wandering on the edge of the reality. I haven’t given up creating art works although the time was arduous and imprisoned. To gain glory and resplendent fact, getting rid of the scandal which is been covered with mental patients around the reality. Set a record on the one’s youth history that was been kidnapped by compulsory education. I’m not regretful about spending lots of time and consciousness, it is worthy of doing it with burning my soul and losing my mind.

Joining a small part of life between others, we enjoy the glory and achievements. Three years of planning, schoolwork will still be the only main shaft, stretches limitless structure of activity and health-mind-depressing work. Brain will not stop calculating and creating, with in one’s ability, I would like to win proud for class and person. Thanks for the lesson in junior high, slaughtering and painful might be regularly must. Serious battlefield, except bleeding and painful, I don’t want to make me depress ever again. Hardships of a journey, tired body with a losing-soul, been one thousand boils and a hundred holes, although falling down in sore straits, after three years, I wish I could stand still and greet with me in the future expansively.