I feel relieved whenever I see full loads of coins under a fountain. The action itself shows assurance that we still hold such prospects in our hearts.
The hopes we gather in our hearts can be segmented into simplicity, such as tossing coins at a fountain. And that is the most beautiful interpretation of life I will ever think of. We throw away parts of ourselves to feed the guilt of fulfilling our desires. But what are we without guilt?
the warmth in our hands isn't permanent; what could you lose? toss a coin.
