I graduate from the University but not the life.

So long the road is...

Ideas are bursting but none of them are valuable...

How should I face myself

Hamlet tells"Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

"Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth we make loam, and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?"

The fate , is being changed, by my hands.

未来のドアを自分の手で開けて、今生まれた梦が今小さくても、冻りつくような强い风でさえ、私の胸に辉く 梦を消したり、そうよ、消したりなんて出来ない、まだ远い明日も きっと迷わず、そうよ、迷わず越えてゆける。

自分の人生、自分の戦争。

少年よ、たいしを抱けて、しんわになるぞ

come on, sweet death, I will counter your attack with my whole life