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

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

Gather up your fighting spirit or the disease will deafeat you!

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

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

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.