Sixteen years ago, I ended my four-year stay in Japan. I came from Osaka with a suitcase in my hand and a work visa in my arms.
To Canada. Without any dreams, not even a plan, like a small boat floating on the sea, the only thing I know is to try my best to be steady.
Unless the boat capsizes, the rest can only be left to fate. Along the way, there are often some bright spots in ordinary life, which are exciting and enjoyable.
Delightful and unforgettable. Of course, there are also unsatisfactory fragments, which are frustrating, annoying, and unbearable to look back on. These little bits and pieces of life are just like many
There are many beads with uneven sizes, uneven colors and different textures. Although not as precious as gold and silver, or as rare as diamonds, they are crystal clear and sincere.
I will string them together, and this will be a beaded chain full of Canadian colors. I want to call it a sky full of red leaves.