I like literature. I like novels. I like history. I want to write my own novel. This is what I translates from my favorite Chinese anime show. Memories refresh through time, the past has been swept away like the running water. The petal of life withers in the winter, like a water dew lingering at a piece of leave. Everyone has been chasing for a dream land, one which is far from war and enmity, one where the happiness and peacefulness given by God can be freely enjoyed. At a land bearing the rugged fate of tragedy, this dream seems truly far from reach. Once there was a man like this, his dream is to bring the lofty ideal into touchable reality. He will persist even though he risks losing all the light of day, and walks in the dark night all his life. The ages pass on ruthlessly and ceaselessly. When the big Dippers at the north sky rises again, this dream will be continued endlessly.