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

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.

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

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

People often say that the beginning of the rainy season is a bad time for sick people

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.

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