when i was a child, all i wanted to be is rich.
when i was 19, i hated those crossroads but honestly thought,
all the roads lead to hell, anyway. so let`s just be rich already.

now, when i am actually diamond loaded i do think.
that all that matters is only when you can share it with someone.
like, i do not know. throwing diamonds from 60th floor and be happy?

i think, those who rich alone are sad.
and sad life is worthy of quite nothing.