I am a real success chaser, I want an obstinate success. Thus, this world doesn't content me, because its wings are about to fall off, but it still tries to wave others with its deceptive wings. Whoever chases after it to fly with these wings; it betrays them and drops them severely that the agony reaches beneath the ground but can't show it to others. Whatever he gained perishes in one blink; he is only taking his cry with him. I want to possess my belongings forever; thus, I rather walk on my feet on the ground than to have a bogus fly. And not have a sudden fall because I am carrying so much of good deeds with me to live forever. "We come empty handed, but looks silly to leave also empty."
