She was lying on the couch, her toes lifted off the ground weakly, making a babbling sound. The wild cat was coiled on her belly, purring from time to time. One hand rested lightly on the cat's head, and the other hand slid smoothly over the cat's body.
At this time, the warm light came, softening half of her face and half of her body.
She finally smiled. Gentle and gentle, just like the intoxicating autumn sun.
This life was too rough and she suffered too much. No matter how quiet or bright (smile), they are all for others.
This time, she finally smiled purely because of her own life and existence.
She was grateful for life and she was so happy.
The birds are not flying, the forest leaves are pecking at each other, it is a quiet afternoon. The lazy cat was still purring, her hands hanging down.
The afterglow still lingers, spreading into the gray and black land.
When she died, she finally came to life.
The dusk of September has arrived
The wind of October will come
Howling snow stains the ground beneath your feet
Long awaited warm spring, green willow
Resurrection