Shutting eyes down. Taking a deep breath. And I just want to screaming all out. The phase of my stress is already happened. We fight a lot. You satirize a lot. I hurt you a lot. And both of us confused what are we actually.. And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. You bored, saturated with me, surfeited with us. Isn't that right? I'm a man who have nothing. I'm just the man who have to fighting my constellations or waiting my broken hand line coming true.

Kuba, Jenny, tell to your Mom, Dad is trying to apologize.