Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don't think about what constitutes good or evil. They don't care whether we are happy or unhappy. We're just means to an end for them. The only thing they think about is what is most efficient for them.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.