My dream

When I was a little boy,my dream was that I would be a swordsman and fight for justice.Although my dream doesn't come true so far as a result of a bunch of reasons,I never give it up.Since I hid my dream inside my heart,my life has become dull and I have been feeling alone.Every time I achieve,others who surround me are jealous of it.How could they do that?Aren't we friends?Most of people are numb and cold-blood.Therefore,I escaped from the Hell and wound up in the U.S.A..I bring my dream here,also.