Well, after all these 21.5 years, I have got a realization- Human being changes.
So where's the guarantee my words are gonna remain the same as they are to day? Who knows my taste is gonna be the same?
All I can do today is hope. I wish I remain the same in my heart as I am right now.
Better shut the fuck up, do the job. It's easy to shoot words, tough to prove.
End of my life, some of you guys would better know about me... My works will speak. The rest of you, would never know me.
I don't know. It's a mystery.