You often tell me that I am scandalous, that I have always been disobedient. I can't be boring and banal. Story! Still love me! That's how he chose me. Don't expect me to be gray--- I'm a storm in the middle of a clear day. I can't hide my feelings. Don't expect peace from me. Don't try to re-educate me. You can hardly tame me. Even in my dream, I will wander at night, and you will blame me in your dream. But if you claim that I am important to you, you must respect my freedom. The humble calm is terrible--- As love is born in the storm.