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

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

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.

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

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