I don't know if I have passed a week, I feel like this quietly slip away, I think about it. What is my week? Is it okay in this week? Is it full? Is it happy? . . . . . .
Suddenly there is such a series of questions to transfer it in your own mind, saying that I have lived very fulfilled, but my heart is constantly asking yourself: Is this like this? Why is it still so uneasy in your heart? It seems that I have not very happy, there are many things in my heart to hover in my heart? What is it worried about? It seems to be looking for? What did you lose? . . . . . .
