Personal work 

Cycle of the Life

The pain has lingered on my body for a few days, and I realized the spring already has come when I went outside. Flower buds have already burst out and opened from branches of gaunt trees just like they can’t stand it any longer. It seems like they don’t care anything about my pain, which makes me little bit sad. But I’m so relieved and consoled with things that flow thoughtlessly. If comparing our life to the tree, there’s repeating patter in life; blooming and falling off. We may go through different season. Probably, we may greet same spring only when we have passed different seasons for dozens of times. I know every season gives me a gift but hope that spring stays longer this time. And when we meet later again, I wish our growth ring won’t be much darker.