In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.
I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.
And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.
We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.