i am sorry about what i have done here which destroys the good atmosphere here.at least it affords bad influence on me which makes me feel embrassed.in fact ,writing in english here is the only thing what i want to do here.this desire is very strong ,however, nothing to write baffles me.the life likes quiet water without just a little movement,including the state i am in now.where my thought goes,where my writing goes ,losing my way...