i want you to go to Oxford, no matter what. because if you don't, you will break my heart. you're pretty and clever, just like the shinning start above the sky. but all those breath-taking and stunning things you can acquire yourself. you can do anything you want and obviously you've got the talent. i do hope that you meet someone who is interested in your clever and profound. in this country, most of the people do boring things and live a scary life with a hollow soul, but you can avoid that with hard work. most of the point is being fun can not only in the shape of looking decent. oh, i miss the old days that i stay in the library all day long, day after day, full of inside joy and facility. my naive and rebellious fellows, you must try to bear in mind those caring and patient guidance along the road of growing up. you are going to need them. sorry for the loss and bitterness, but you still get Oxford. that's what what we can make as our relief for one moment. i used to dearming about classic music, masterpiece of paintings, and genuine literature too, kind of being mad. well, it seems time just skips away and erode people's curiosity and vigor. not much left, but if there is some, I hope they can be the essence of human being, if not, then just let it be none.