I seldom have recovered myself from the trauma, caused by the disaster.

Mind scattered, I couldn't touch anything as usual that I should do for my living.

Looking and hearing the news everyday, frequently a sudden drop of tear flowed along

a man's face, who was useless for saving anyone in the ship, going down.

But I was still alive in the other side, eating, sleeping, working...., funny.....

While I couldn't help myself in the sluggish mud hole,  

this English Board was a faint ray of sunshine for the man. 

The time of reading questions, others' works and making comments were the only time 

that I was not in the helpless sadness. 

Though it was not only an account of that,  

I believe such activities were useful for curing my heart.

I was going better and managed to get along anyhow.

With that, I need to appreciate you, who were willing to read my writings and to share idea with me. 

Though you may not know what you have done for me, still it is true that I've got many helps

from the ones, reading my writings.

Someday, I may be going around boring days or already there, not remembering the ones that

couldn't return from the disaster. But I hope you know, my dears, I beg your forgiveness and 

I pray for you to rest in peace. 

May you forget this greedy land and fly with free wings in heaven.

Farewell, my dears.