I feel empty.
I had nothing to do and I still got nothing to do.
All is the same.
"All" doesn't exist anymore.
Where's mum?
Where's dad?
My little brother...
I couldn't take his hand.
It was too cold.
Too broken.
Like everything else.
I'm spinning around on this wire like my feelings.
No. They aren't spinning around.
I'm playing with children that I don't know
and even don't want to know.
Don't want to know names.
No names anymore...
'Cause I don't remember my own.
I lost my name like the sense of my life.
Where's mum?
Where's dad?
Where are you little brother?
There's no family anymore...
No self anymore...
All leaved.
All is empty.
All is death.

(JJ, 04/05)