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A return from a complete stranger... .

I don't know if I didn't have music, tea, and coffee, if I didn't feel good with light, with plants, and with books, if I didn't like rain and snow in autumn and spring, what kind of taste and image would I use as an excuse to be happy in the most empty possible states of my world? I used to do it, and what small happiness I used to hold in my arms to admit to myself that life is still beautiful;

When he does something stupid, he says;
I wish I could go back and not do this...
I wish that your mind would be filled with this wish that you would get tired of sleeping