Feeling restless recently, I became more nosey and poked my ass in any business that I thought it is interesting. I never knew what the complications from a certain business had taught me serious ass-whacking lessons.

Perhaps I have been in a similar situation before, but has long forgotten when did it happen, I find myself somewhat able to understand how it feels. Each feeling is tasted, each thought that crossed the mind, I seems to be able to understand. Each heartbeat that is caused by each of the event that has passed, I know I understand.

I know I am too naive. Love, to me, is the most beautiful thing that can happen to a person. Probably my imaginations have painted it so masterpiece alike that it shadowed that pain and suffering behind the scenes.

Do loving a person need to be so hurtful? Seriously, I think I have step in too much that it is hard to not continue the work. Am I being the Angel or the Devil? Even I myself also don't have the answer now.

人因梦想而伟大，人因情感而痛苦。