As I think about the future the tears will come out again.
But I'm a patient, so I have to focus on recuperation
Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.
Death is not fearful. What's fearful is giving up.
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 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.