Looking up at the sky, the sunlight penetrates through the dense leaves, and shines down in fine and mottled patterns, which is slightly warm. But at this moment, my mouth is filled with bitterness, my heart is lonely, and my eyes are dry.
The breeze passed by. I don't know what I left behind and what I took away. Maybe it means a new beginning. Or maybe it means the end of the world is coming.
How far am I from death and how close am I to life? Is life really short? I am no longer clear and confused. Will God really open a window for you just because he has closed a door?