I don't want to break the peace and privacy here.
Somebody just came and I think it was owing to the iTIEBA system.
I cannot stop others paying attention to me in this space, though I don't know their reasons to do so.
I cannot close my world, either.
What can I do？
What I refuse is not attention.
What I refuse is just impolite disturbance, and someone without cares but only curiosity and laugh.
I don't whether it will happen.
Just observe the situation now.

It is a sunny day, which makes my comfortable feeling
The spring's coming, and the flowers're blooming
Alithough the rain will drop in a few days
I am still enjoying the color of the sunny days
Cherry, the beautiful memories

Maybe I haven't loved someone before
And I anticipate to fall in love with somebody in the future
Perhaps it will be the true love
Rather than the feeling of simple payment

I'm tired
Time passes so quickly
when I am doing nothing and feeling nothing
Here's still only myself
where I dig myself do deeply
my life, my love and my loss
I nearly forget myself in this space
Just as I am telling a story of somebody else

Rain will drop when I feel I have lost something
However
I have no idea what I lost
Maybe I lack life's goal

I just foung that what I wrote in English was what I was willing to face
Something selfish
or something in darkness
I am not a person with eternal sunny expression

Let me shout everything here
which has been hidden in my deep mind
The love, the flowers, the words
and the memories
which I cannot throw but must throw someday

Can you hear me?
I am here
just lonely and lonely
I must undertake something
which I am not willing to do and to believe
which seems childish and selfish
but I cannot say no
It is somebody's belief
which I have no qualification to change

I feel tired when talking to 2 persons at the same time
But it is happy
Please forgive my wasting of time

An interview in English
I don't know how I can do
Maybe bad and embarrassed
even terrible till horrible
or
a little surprise
I have nothing but courages
I must tell myself such words

Today's so cold
It feel s like deep winter
Fierce wind, freezing air, and low temperature
How can I get to warm spring?
Where can I stroke gentle breeze?
When can I wear beautiful clothes?
How long must I wait for bright summer?

Extremely diappointed
the second time
I don't know what encouraged word I can tell myself
Everyone's shining
when I have failed again and again and again
Maybe
the most appropriate word to describe me is
stupid

I should remind myself of everyday's listening
English is still my sorrow
Insistence is the most important thing
not only in running

The reality seperates my ambition and me
I am too tired to do anything
No enthusiasm, no patience, no energy
Only sorrow and failure
It's just a tragedy