To Commemorate My Twentieth Year

I know that life turns out to be both long and short. It is just a speck of dust that falls in time, but when it falls on an individual, it can form a chapter that refuses to be hastily. At this moment, I calm down my thoughts, but my heart still carries the thorns of years; there is wind in the cracks of the window, rustling the sycamore leaves. I lit a match, and as soon as the sparks jumped, the dim light shadow slowly spread on the wall. Therefore, I want to tell you my story page by page; you might as well hold the tea cup steady, blow a gentle breath of hot air, and savor the warmth and twists and turns in my words.