I am a wooden fish. In the temple filled with smoke, in front of the solemn Buddha statue, I am doing what a wooden fish should do.
I don't want to be myself, it would be nice to be a human being. This thought has been tormenting me until one day, when I was alone in the empty and quiet hall, a tree full of begonias bloomed suddenly, as if specially for me. Just this moment was enough. I really want him to know how much I like him, no matter whether I am being sentimental or not.
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