Well, yes, you have to keep writing, and we have to keep reading.
    To tell the truth, I did not want to say anything before this another story is completed because I think that when there is too much to say, it seems nothing proper to say.
    However it reminds me of one thing: Valerie in the movie V for Vendetta. (Have you seen it yet? Although I do not know it is good or not, I like it.) For the background of the movie, Valerie is a woman who is sentenced to death for her different sexual orientation, which means she loves another woman. Before execution, Valerie writes down her short life on a toilet paper. Following is some quotation.

    “In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free.”
    “I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it why they hate us so much.”

    “It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place. But for three years, I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch, it is small(s m a l l) and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.”

    I do not mean to show off my English. (And actually it’s not good at all.) It’s just like a feeling that I should type all of these in another language or I could say nothing. About the tears, the harm, the time, the love……what can we say more? Oh, maybe the last freedom, the only freedom, the freedom of mind.

    (Well, if you want to read Chinese, I might type as well, nevertheless not guaranteed in this case.)

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