Write to me two years ago. Time soon, as I was to commemorate and pain over time. In a blink of an eye it for two years. In the past two years, I shut myself in the black box. Sad, sad. Every time that day, I regret hard to breathe, but how can. Gradually I got used to the pain, accustomed to this life. So, even if they 're. I have to hold, do not cry, do not be troubled by.Gradually wound has scabbed, very ugly scar. But, where memories are still clear. I want to try to forget, but I found more wants to forget it is more clear. Where the basement, that makes me sad like night. Where everything, I have no way to forget. As it is through the die sad, I found it, I really love music. I can even for music to give up life, I can have nothing, nothing can be, but I can't live without music. I found the idea when I give myself a scare. I never thought I could love something, but also through this, I found I love it. For two years, and now I want to in a stand. Not for what, just for the sake of my tiny dream. Knowing that may hurt again, knowing that this is perhaps the next injury, knowing that the heart will be very painful, I don't care. Because I can not be reconciled, not reconciled to not to give up. To dream of 3 years of feelings I cruel chose to give up, so even if I was cruel to yourself. I am indifferent Uncover scar, even if the bleeding is also to be strong!