Mom said, I must love this world too much. I think I am full of expectations for this strange place.
I was born three months earlier than other children. Although I was born prematurely, I was as well developed as other children.
As time goes by, I meet death for the first time, meet friends for the first time, first time for the first time...
What is it that makes me so helpless and disappointed with this world? What makes us go to destruction and unable to be reborn. Living this life is like a dream, so fragile and uncertain.