For some hours later I have no idea to do something. In a moment I saw some old pictures. Those pictures are so cute and I saw they are telling many things and speaking to me. They ask me to roll my memory and play them merrily. I don’t reject it anyway, I let it happend. That’s way I start writting. Writting everything I’d like to say. Everything I would like to type. then listen to this song “Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they’re haunted We were always meant to say goodbye Even without fists held high, yeah Never would have worked out right, yeah We were never meant for do or die” These ants accompany me too and so do you. You are reading these. So I know you imagine me or this writting. Who? Yes. You. You, who read word by word those I have written. Although I can’t see your face, you see my face rite now. Me, exist in your mind ...