The moment I was born in this world, I was a blank white sheet. But I knew that something would happen afterwards, no matter they would be happy or sad. And I tried to fill up the sheet with the words I had learned, with the experience I had been through and with the memories I had accumulated. The more I filled up, the more complex the sheet became. I got confused by the complexity, like I got defeated by the invincibility. Until one day I turned over the sheet, and it became a pure blank white sheet again. Everything can be restarted, again.