I feel like going somewhere, it would mean that I'm nearly crushed by stiffness. I will go on a journey to be free. It's Santa Monica. There will be bringhtness and freedom waiting for me. The wind of Santa Monica makes me free. My heart crosses a sea with the wind, and runs through ahill. I love my own life just for myself. Something stucks in my heart will start to melt.I feel like Ican live freely and strongly.