I just try to figure out what I want to do with my life. I have uncertain directions and smoky dreams. 

Some days I imagine being a strong invincible tree with yellow leaves and seven branches. 

Some days I picture myself as dusty windows that listen to cars passing by and stories told by the birds.

But today, I am just an old dusty yellowish paper that tried to tell my untold chapters to you in this untouched book.

Yours truly,
星玉
xingyu