The trees you plan, it's your shade, isn't it? Don't run away, you'll know if you ask, who is the criminal? In the end the things you have done will return to you. How do you gonna run? You've been trapping in your own net, you won't survive even if you run. Good or bad, the truth will reveal itself someday, you won't escape; karma will run after you. You're the one who wrote it for all your life, it'll follow you like a shadow. You were the one who made ot...