Girls often worry that they are losing their beauty, but this

decline would be too slow to be perceptible, and something

beautiful may grow inside them at the same time. However, for
some people, those changes are intolerable, and they would
cold-heartedly dismiss their girls, even if they treasured their
former beauty so much before.

3 Love filled the girl’s heart, so beautiful that everything to

do with the lover made her shine. This love, being a secret for a
fortnight, had nothing to do with anyone else but the lover, and
only in complete silence, joy would reach its borderless edge.
But, this love was fragile. When in a tram, somehow, she
thought of a butterfly that would have flown happily on a
summer afternoon. The vitality and beauty of it attracted her
mind, so she could not help catching it by grasping its wing.
Consequently, even her gentle strength was too much to it,
breaking its wing, its hope.
After this retrospect, the girl was no longer that joyous for her
love. It got too hard for her to bear the love, which may be due
to her remorse, or her fear to lose love under a picture of
fragile and then hopeless beauty.

4 I encountered an old friend in a street and walked home with

him. What impressed me most was that he opened the window
no sooner than we entered the room, which cleared too much
stuffiness in the room and our spirit. Thus I felt I got closer to
him. The habit of letting fresh air into the room means a
proposition of open mind or a great attitude to life, which
always remains me that the world outside of our room or mind
is beyond our limited imagination.

5 I am praying to God on high, to bestow me a little house that I

can rest by the hearth listening to the clock ticking in silence
after work.