Just like the road under your feet is not all smooth.
Facing every scar in life calmly. Experienced, is a harvest.
I envy others that even if they eat spicy food every day, they will not get angry or get acne.
I envy those who can live a prosperous life without going to work.
I am envious of other people's youthful beauty, jealous of other people's outstanding talents
I envy what I don't have, but lose what I have.
I often stand at the window and stare at things outside. Look so engrossed, fascinated. But I never cared about the tree near the window. It actually blooms in winter and leaves in summer. The sky was gray, as if even the memory had changed color.
The day of the winter solstice is the longest night of the year. I saw that the moon on that day was beautiful and beautiful. Casts an intoxicating halo over the depths of my soul.
I didn't wake up until that moment. There are such beautiful things around me.
A tree without leaves, its bare branches are only for a beautiful flower.
A thread that fell to the ground.
A crumpled piece of paper.
Don't dislike the dirty clothes, and the nails are full of oil.
Simple happiness, lonely joy.
The innocence hiding in the corner.
A certain late autumn afternoon. Walking on the street alone, the fallen leaves are flying all over the sky like colorful butterflies, and I suddenly feel very beautiful. That is the beauty bestowed by nature.
Even though life feels unsatisfactory in every way, it is infected by the comfort of the moment in front of it.
My brain starts to fantasize. Every day, I think about many things.
Stress is everywhere.
But I'm adjusting to the misfortune of fate. Whether you encounter happy or unhappy things, try to make yourself happy.
Be a simple person.
A clean person, a person who goes with the situation. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com