I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

I succeeded in using my charms like a weapon; I learned to play with other's hearts and to master my own desires.

Out on the street I start to run; I need to breathe in this life, the trees, the warmth of my town. I will be able to control my own fate and I will know how to be happy. Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle . . .

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.

Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.