불멸

We were not more than a dust in this huge, various, and endless world. And the world goes on, just repeating the past and the same images, without hope. People become a images of this huge motion picture, and we become a lonely men, Just seeing the world burn down every day, every second. But we don’t have to, and shouldn’t be just a particle of this hopeless world. So I want to show you, what we can do. We are not alone, at the same time. I greet myself from the future and past. Even so I will die some day, and will be just an image again. This is my resistance. Keep calling from the other side.