I spent twenty years away from my homeland, and when I returned, everything had changed. I watched sunsets in deserts, and I weathered blizzards in the mountains. I listened to the song of the rain, standing by the blazing fireplace. I sat with very cheap people at costly tables, Women, radiant on the outside but dark within, lay in my bed, Fresh innocence vanished with gasping, groaning voices, I saw false smiles on painted, ugly faces, Fakes of false joy on faces sunken with pain... I heard many meaningless promises made by liars, I loved, was loved, made love, was abandoned, left and went away. I just lived. There's nothing I do to fill the feeling of "emptiness in my life." Everything I do is because I experience "simple, warm peace." I only cook foods I love, watch movies for peace, and read books whose smells I enjoy. I only watch a child to laugh at their stupidity.