My father doesn't love me.

Only loves himself.

I don't feel sad. A little contempt.

But not feel broken.

Because I find my mom.

Maybe we will live in feeling of being abandoned.

But now, I can live by myself.

This is my wish.

We will come back to Europe.

But Mère.

I am standing here. To look at me.

My pain my sorrow.

Now, I will be free.

 Love til the End. 

In this lonely world.