Isn't it amusing that almost everyone wanted money to live? it's actually hilarious to think that the value of paper means nothing when everything around us is crumbling down. 

Each day passes by, one after another. Just like seasons, despite knowing that one day we will cease to exist, we continue to struggle as if we were wishing to live a life that was somehow beautiful. Genuine. We wanted it to be meaningful. 

I wrote this for you who was 'born wrong' into this world. This is a message for all of you who kept walking without a destination. To every people who have lost their own way back home, to every children who forgot trying to go back again, wishing that one day... you will cease to exist.

This is a letter for you out there who no longer wanted to lie to themselves, for those whose desire was unusual, for being different. Let your own desire lead you to the path that leads to yourself. This is for every people out there continuing to struggle, for each one of us who no longer wanted to deceive ourselves. Free yourself from everything that you think you are not.