It all passes someday, for sure, certainly.

Just like the night leaves and the morning comes, the spring leaves and summer comes, but just like the flower wilts and the fruit grows ripe everything needs to go through pain. Embrace the world and suck in a breath that prickling air that fills up your lungs says everything. Yeah, back when I wished to drink it in innumerable times underneath those old times when I, a fool, grew dull.

Everyday I pray that I may become a slightly better adult, and everyday I stay since both people and pain will all die one day. If you want to become dull, you need to go out into the wind because in dreams, things can’t last forever. Instead of words like ‘cheer up’, instead of lies like ‘everyone is the same’, simply after staying like all this wind, wind.

It rains, it rains, everything passes.