The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...

I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...

Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

I am the fire!
Thus...

_Why clarity reflect us perfectly?
_ Because we are picture perfect...

While he asked mercy
for his wrong deeds, they hung him...

Trust others to trust
yourself. Remain trustworthy...

Nothing makes me happier than
seeing good in people eyes...

To Misty Flower
Your birthday is...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...