
ALT August, the second life. We've been spiralling backwards, trying to survive the misery life has thrown at us, trying to escape from what is keeping our minds busy at night, trying to... live. We've been trying to live, reaching every grasp of the air we can possess, grabbing to the vigorous shaft our hands can hold, and letting life seize the fates that belong to us. We've been alive and died, I've been alive and died—but you present like a Christmas gift every child could ever ask for, and now my days are filled with the pine tree decorated with lights and lamps, shielding the gifts from the Santa, and bringing the joy for the home. There's no Christmas in August, but in my second life, I hope you know there's a Christmas in August.






















