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

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

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 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.

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

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

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