Looking up at the Stars, I Have Grown Up

When I was a child, my favorite thing was to sit on the edge of the wheat field, listen to the singing of crickets at night, and look up to count the stars. When I grow up, I rarely have the opportunity to sit quietly and count the stars in the night sky with a pure heart like when I was a child. Fifteen years of time have accumulated, youth is no longer there, and innocence has disappeared. When I look up at the stars again, I realize that I have grown up. . . . . .