I’m so busy these days, however, I must write something. The real world is so cruel, I have to struggle very hard for my tiny bread every day.

   In Utopia, the life is like this. The man is tall and handsome. The best height is 1.82 meters. Of course he mustn’t be an employee like me, not even to say an engineer. He must be a CEO instead and doesn’t have to worry about daily spending. In other words, money isn’t a problem to him. The woman is pretty and slim. The best height is 1.67 meters. She has a job, maybe a costume designer.

   Every day he can drive his limousine to work, if he isn’t in mood, he’ll go outside to enjoy himself with his girlfriend. The girlfriend is pretty and lovely, of course.

   They can go to carnie for pleasure, he can play with his girlfriend, or simply watching her screaming loveably on roller coaster. After that, they can buy ice cream to lick, not for the sake of food, but for the romantic atmosphere. Just like watching movie, you have to buy popcorn.

   Now the load of work ruins my writing passion, I can’t write as smooth as before. Originally I thought I had a lot of things to say, but now I don’t know what to say.

   Sometimes, they can go to the seaside to see stars holding each other’s hands tightly. The world is so beautiful as long as they have each other. After several years of romance, they can get married. They have one son and one daughter, of course both of them are very cute.

   For birthday and wedding anniversary, they can go outside to have a candlelight dinner. Through the window of dining-room, they can see the whole city and enjoy its charming nocturne. After many years of marriage, the man still sends red roses to the woman, and the woman still sews buttons for the man’s white shirt.

   My director’s call pulled me to the reality and I had to stop now.