The place I have spent a long time. The place I was born. I've felt many things and I've heard many words in this place. All that happened around me made me grow up better. My personality, I know vaguely... Every time to act, a high wall stands in my way. Every time I try to get past it, something makes me strong. (How many borderlines are waiting for me? It will make me happy, make me sad, make me cry... I don't know whether it will be fine or cloudy. 'Cause it's all up to me...) My life should go well, it's all up to me!