For One Has The Right To Shout.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

For One Has The Right To Shout. So, I Am Shouting.