I'm going to take a new step at 8:25 tomorrow. No way. It can't be done anyhow. I can hear beating. Sounds knocking me. You can't hear it. Ask myself what I want to do now. Most of the answers don't come out. Still I'm dreaming in this world where I'm alone. I walk alone. The footsteps sounds continuous. I hear only my footsteps. I feel a heartbeat faster than the footsteps, making it harder. I can't think of any words of concern or fairy tales. I'm going to have a new morning at 7:15 tomorrow. No way. I would rather stay asleep. Sound of large drops of rain telling somethings. Lip-synching in the conversation. I wanted to avoid rain. I'm a miserable person because I watched dreams of seeing rainbow. When my lip-synching becomes good, is a good life waiting? If rain and wind were gone, will I not catch a cold? Stop spilling tears and people from me. Leave a box filled with hope in the room. Let's go back to me from here for now