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

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

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

If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me... I'm alive.

I want to be like the air. The good-hearted person whose kindness overflows and people realize how important she was to them, once she is gone. I want to be that kind of person.

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

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