I can well remember a night under bright stars, when I said sorry to the one whose head under my foot in the afternoon, who will never hear my late apologize, with a dream having been destroyed.

He told me that a man who cry at night is a cowardly man. Well, I'm a coward. I'm a weak man. I am sham, who seems brave but weak in mind, who want to be an evil but have an angle's heart.

Who am I? A sham brother, or a sensible son, or the big god in my class who just be a little well in study, but weak in almost every other things. I am a little boy who afraid girl's tears, but cry at night with myself.

I am guilty with my behaviour again today.::..........