I really don’t want to say things such as “I want to go back
to how things were before”. I recognize how I am right now, I will continue to
live on. Therefore I definitely won’t run away. That’s what I’ll do.
Definitely, always. Even if it’s like that, I still want to stay here. Because
this is the place where I am.
Step by step, I want to find that
light. To be able to smile and tell everyone this, I have at least cried one
litre of tears. If you look up at the sky after falling downthe blue sky is
also today skrethching limitlessly and smiles at me... I’m alive. I’m alive.
This morning light dawns upon the wall. One day, when I look up, the wall
queitly sigh. Even if I scream aloud or cry out,it won’t disappear. But, at the
moment that the sun is shining, doesn’t it also shine on this wall? Even though
there will be a day, that I will lose it, isn’t it great that I could pass on a
dream that I had to give up? People shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s enough to
try your best in all that you’re doing now.
If we can beat pain, on the other
side, a rainbow of happiness awaits us. I won’t be impatient, I won’t be
greedy, I won’t give up. Because everyone takes things step by step. No matter
how little the matter is, I want to become a useful person to others.
But now, the reality is too
cruel, too brutal. I don’t even have the right to dream. As I think about the
future, the tears will come out again. Where should I head towards? Even if
there isn’t an answer, I’ll feel better by writing it down. I’ve looked for a
pair of helping hands. But I couldn’t feel them, couldn’t see them. I only face
towards the darkness and hear the sounds of my hopeless screams.