My wound is lighter than that I feel.
From then I don’t know what I think， feel， and hope.
I don’t know what I should do.
I don’t know what I want to do.
I don’t know how I want to be.
May be we don’t have to think anything.
Someone is calling me from there.
Just a moment， now I’m coming.
Please give me precious time...
I don’t want the wound like this again.
