Death is not fearful. What's fearful is giving up.

I put my hand on my chest. I can feel my heart beating. My heart is working. I'm pleased. I'm still alive.

As I think about the future the tears will come out again.

People shouldn't dwell on the past. It's enough to try your best in all that you're doing now.

I really don't want to say things such as 'I want to go back as how things were before.' I recognize how I am right now, and I will continue to live on.

Each person has unspeakable distress. When I remember the past, annoying, I cry; The reality of today is too cruel, too severe, and doesn't even offer me a dream; Imagining the future brings me yet another kind of tears

There's a pigeon's nest on the branch of the tree outside the window. A chick is growing up in it. I'm happy about that