colourful, dreamful, days have passed, now, i have to wake up, to go back to the original life. Maybe I'm now more sensetive for the the health sake, but just because of that, I can see more, think more, and more clearly.
calling back the memoris, a flow of hurt filled me. I think, slowly and slowly, I can gradually care those wounds, which is so sweet. happily living for nearly 20 years without any worry or hurtfulness, I believe I can make it, even thougth I had no such experience for so long.
the dreams have gone.
still, father's words support me. but in the dream, I've forgot. thanks, Dad.