Late in Nitez... Alone in Nitez.. With d Computer infront>. N d be loved Violin aside~ But, it neither save me, From d Hell of Loneliness... Nor heal me, From d Ill of Work... ~Alone with d computer, ~with d sound of keyboard, ~that obviously fingered by my hands.... ~Unstoppable Owning d surroundings.... ~Forest of Boredom had came to me now... ~Hunger of me......omg~!