"My thouthts would at times leading my mine, becoming frequently flames or in other occasion it becomes water.  Or,at times it becomes storms,  or incredibly becomes my own body.

As it frequently becomes rains and snows to make my mind sad, and the color of sky seen or read by my tearful mind would at times reflect dark color.

The mountains and the sea under the dark sky are, of course,reflected darkly that makes my heart disappointed, and indeed, when the light in the dark reflects to me,

I can enjoy the extreme feeling of fantasy like the dead regained and revived his life.

My literary and painting works would repetitiously manifest and eventually disappears with the thoughts and mind of mine."