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

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.

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

Don't cry, you crybaby! When you think things are hard, that's the time you are maturing as a person. If you get over the darkness, a wonderful new day will come. The bright morning will be filled with light and the birds will be singing . There'll be white roses with a lovely fragrance.

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

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.