Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments.

My Mother Once Told Me I Was Like Water. Water Can Carve Its Way Even Through Stone. And When Trapped, Water Makes A New Path.

I've Lived My Life Again Just Telling It To You.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?

At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Nothing In Life Is Ever As Simple As We Imagine.