it’s Autumn season, as the leaves fall from the tree. I lay down and seemed to think.
“it's like I'm closing the door on marriage- it's not.. isn't it?" I asked myself with my hands on the top on my stomach. "No, maybe when I'm 25, or maybe 30.. I don't know, it's still possible to change plans, but I don't see myself getting married, actually I gradually accept it. yup. there are still days that i cry and say I wish i was too. but”
‘Are you tired of waiting?
Wait for him.' “no ..” ‘ah huh, exactly?’ those words in my mind. I stood up and sat down
My mind was calm, really suddenly there were such questions randomly. “I won't get tired of waiting for him, until-” some pigeons suddenly flew in front of me “until live for a next century”
