Walking on the edge of the city. I came out of the tall office, I was sitting on the lawn of the hotel, and the Mercedes-Benz BMW next to the hotel often. I have no job, I don't have money, I don't have a home, I don't have anything, I am a true proletarian. I am single, I don't know when I can find my own destination, I don't know when the heart of the waves can stop the waves. (August 14, 2004) (to be continued)
